Carter’s hand moves to my jaw and tips my head, forcing me to look straight into his molten silver eyes. A sharp surge of desire disconnects my brain’s ability to work properly.
“I need you to say it,” he says, almost pleading.
A shakyyesescapes my lips and it’s enough for him to crowd me against the counter. The weight of his body is a delicious pressure, and my palms slide up his solid chest, clutching fistfuls of his T-shirt.
His face inches closer and I’m ready to taste his lips when he tilts my head slightly and grazes the sensitive skin under my ear. There’s no time to feel disappointed because his nose slowly follows the line of my neck, and my strangled whimper fills the silence of the cabin when Carter’s other hand slides to my waist. His thumb draws circles around my hip bone and with deliberate feathery touches, he trails the skin above the waistband of my shorts.
“I did my best to stay away,” he says gruffly before dragging his lips over my shoulder. “It’s been torture not to reach out and touch you.”
His strained words are heavy with desire and anguish. I love the idea of being wanted to the point of making him break his rigid rules. It turns me on even more.
“Touch me now,” I pant. This bold version of me is scary but any thoughts are dispersed into the wind when his fingers trail over the cotton panties while his tongue dips into the hollow between my collarbones.
The tips of his fingers ghost against the fabric between my legs and I shudder before a wave of warmth courses through my body. I’m acutely aware of everything.The smell of tea herbs mixed in with his scent and the chilly breeze coming in through the cracked window.
Carter leans back, eyes wide, his breathing shallow. “You blush so prettily when you’re turned on.”
I want to feel more of him, and my hands roam the outline of his broad shoulders. I don’t want to get lost in the swirling pool of his gaze, so I thread my fingers through his hair, pull gently, and skim my lips along his jaw. I’m rewarded with a deep noise in the back of his throat and the solid proof of his arousal pressing against my belly.
Tucking the seam of my panties to the side his fingers caress the bare skin, already coated in my need for him. The searing pleasure erases any trace of embarrassment I expected to feel.
A content hum echoes deep in his chest. “Were you thinking of me? That’s what’s been keeping you awake?” His breath over my lips makes me shiver.
When the pad of his thumb grazes the skin above my curls, my muscles strain with anticipation. He circles, teasing, not quite where I want him.
“Answer me, kitten,” he rasps.
“Yes,” I moan. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
“Good girl.” The low growl is intoxicating.
He slips a finger in and I clench around him, my back arching. His movements are slow, torturous.
“More,” I beg in between incoherent mews. I don’t recognize myself as I shamelessly rock against his hand, chasing my release.
Carter’s lips find the tender spot behind my ear again and I squirm, overwhelmed.
“Be patient. I’ll give you what you need.” His breath is hot, gliding over my skin, and he increases the rhythm.
The edge of the counter digs into my backside with every thrust and my mouth pops open with silent murmurs of pleasure. Heavy exhales and the slap of his palm against my skin bounce off the wooden walls until a night bird’s hoot pierces the sounds filling my ears.
“Oh, God damn it.” He sucks in air through his teeth and pushes another finger in.
My eyes close. I’m lost in the cadence of his movements and the pulsing heat traveling through my nerves.
“Look at me,” he says, curling his fingers inside me, and I choke back a whimper.
Waves of blinding arousal crash down at his touch. “I’m so close,” I mouth into his chin.
“That’s it. Let go for me.” His expression is pure determination, beads of sweat wetting his hairline. His hold on the back of my head is firm and for the first time in my life, I quiet the noise in my brain and let go of any restraint.
I only feel the drag of his fingers, his minty breath on my face, and the drugging power of his body towering over me. With a firm swipe of his thumb over my clit, Carter lights a fire that sizzles like a match’s head through my body.
My muscles are close to snapping from the strain and I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him as close as I can, until my heart beats against his and I’m weightless, floating, and dazed.
The floor groans under him, snapping me back to myself and I lean back. Carter’s eyes are almost black when he slowly slides his hand out of my shorts and without breaking eye contact, he wraps his lips around his wet fingers and licks them with a satisfied sound.
“Divine,” he hums.
