Inside Honeyrose, I checked around the first floor but didn’t see any sign of her. Upstairs, I found her in my room, sitting on my bed with her hands in her lap.
“Mrs. Presley let me in,” she said quickly.
I waved her comment away. “That’s totally fine with me.”
She nodded and I noticed her eyes were glassy and her nose was pink.
“Hey, are you all right?” I asked, going to her immediately.
I sat beside her on the bed and pulled her in close, tucking my hand under her chin to guide her face up to mine. I could get lost in those eyes of hers, but right now, all I wanted to do was make this better, whatever this was.
Shelby opened her mouth to speak, then shook her head and kissed me.
CHAPTER 29
SHELBY
Carter’s lips were a soothing balm to my bruised soul. I had gotten into an argument with my brother, and I didn’t want to deal with the storm of emotions it had kicked up inside me. I had already been feeling raw after visiting the old farm. Then Shane came back and rubbed salt on my wounds.
Feeling terrible, I had run to where I would feel safe, which was where Carter was.
He hadn’t been in his room, but I didn’t mind waiting. Sitting on his bed, I had been surrounded by the scent of him, and it calmed me and helped me center myself. It was better than any incense or meditation.
Now my senses were filled with the real thing, not just the lingering traces of him left on his pillow.
He cupped my face as he kissed me, like he was treasuring me, like I was precious. His lips moved to my cheeks to kiss away the tears that had started falling the moment he’d wrapped his arms around me. His strength allowed me to fall apart, knowing he could hold me together. Or if not, at least he could help me forget.
Carter took his time, leaving long, lingering kisses on my neck while his hands caressed me everywhere. His touch wasgentle but it left flames in its wake. Up and down my arms in long strokes. Over my back, easing the tension in my shoulders. Along my legs, but just on the outside. He was being comforting, not pushing for anything more yet. I got the impression he would happily spend hours just like this, as lost in me as I was in him.
I, however, was ready for more, so I took one of his hands and placed it on my breast, which had been begging for attention. Carter groaned and nipped at my sensitive flesh. When he sucked on my earlobe, I turned into a gooey mess.
I lay back on the bed and he came with me, pressed alongside me. Our legs tangled together and I felt his rock-hard cock throbbing against me, hot and alive. His hips made little thrusting motions—I didn’t even think he knew he was doing it—but it was totally working for me, seeing Carter unable to control himself around me.
Our future was doomed for failure, but in the here and now, we were a match made in heaven.
I reached down to rub his cock through his jeans, and Carter growled into my neck. “Holy shit, Shelby, you’re going to make me lose it.”
I giggled and gave him a squeeze. “Isn’t that the point?”
He bit down on my shoulder, not hard enough to leave a mark but enough to make me jump. A shudder ran through me and I turned so my body was on top of his. I lowered my hips until I felt the hard heat of him pressing maddeningly against my clit.
I might have whimpered a little. It was difficult to tell over our panting and the pounding of my heart in my ears. I ground my hips over his, wanting to feel as much of him as I could through our clothes. Fire spread through me, radiating out from my core.
“Take off your shirt,” I told him.
Like a good boy, he did as he was told. “Now your turn,” he said.
I pulled my shirt up over my head. Carter sat up to kiss the tops of my breasts. He pulled my bra straps down to bare my flesh to him, and he licked and sucked at my nipples, feasting hungrily.
“Now your pants,” I told him, sliding beside him on the bed to give him room, but also to watch. It wasn’t exactly a strip tease, but I enjoyed the show anyway. I liked seeing how eager he was for me. It made me feel sexy as hell.
Carter pulled my pants off himself and kissed my skin on his way down—and on his way back up. He took extra time around the edge of my panties, teasing me but never giving my body what it was screaming for.
When I couldn’t stand it any longer, I told him to get a condom. He grabbed one from the bathroom and slipped it on. Again, I watched, all but licking my lips. Then he was back on the bed with me, kneeling beside me.
Carter hooked his fingers into the waistband of my underwear and slid them down my legs. He gazed down at my naked body, green eyes aflame, and my hips squirmed with need. I didn’t care if he saw how much I wanted him.
Grabbing his cock in his fist, he ran the tip along my entrance, just barely parting my lips and dipping into my wetness. He had only just started and I was already falling apart.
