"You can't tell me you don't want it," he said, pushing past her into the room when she unlocked her door.
Allie let him push her against the wall. She strained against his body, wanting to feel all of him.
"I knew when you said you didn't want me you didn't mean it," Carter said, looking down at her.
"I never said I didn't want you," she told him, trying to pull him down so she could kiss him. "I just said it was a bad idea."
"I know I didn't treat you right, but I'm going to redeem myself," he said, his breath hot on her ear.
He pulled off his clothes as he kissed her. She could taste the faint traces of alcohol on his tongue while he undid his shirt.
"We shouldn't," she said, not meaning it. He gave her a wicked smile and started to unbutton her blouse.
She tried to shove him off, but all she got was a handful of his body. He grinned at her as she let her hand roam over his chest and around his muscular back.
Unable to help herself, Allie buried her face in his neck and luxuriated in the feel of having a perfect naked man in her arms.
"Like this?" he asked. She moaned involuntarily as his fingers worked between her legs, rebuking any notion of pushing him away.
"You want it rough?" he asked.
She nodded. She couldn’t even choke out a yes.
Carter pinned her against the wall, his fingers a hard pressure between her legs. She moaned and whimpered, bucking against his hand.
"I like this much better," Carter said and bit down hard on a nipple. He turned her around and jerked her back against him.
She felt his hand spread her legs and the other hand grab a fist of her hair. Then he entered her. His cock was hard, and she moaned from the feel of him.
He was so large inside of her. She gasped as he moved her over and bent her over the side table.
"I want to have all of you," he said. She could feel his rhythm increase, and she heard her breath hitch each time he slammed into her.
Letting out a low moan, she came from the sensation of him inside of her. A few moments later, she felt him shudder.
Breathing hard, Carter took off the condom and dumped them both on the couch. She leaned back and let him sprawl in her lap as she traced her fingers through the sweat on his back.
"You want to go out?" he murmured, his eyes closed.
"I'd rather stay here with you," she replied.
He smiled.
36
Carter
Carter felt invigorated. He didn't care that his family didn't want him to be with Allie. He felt so much better with her than he did without. He spent the night in Allie's room. Waking up next to her, he was elated when she smiled at him.
He wrapped his arms around her, saying, "You can't tell me this isn't great." He traced the tattoos on her back. "Where did you have these done? What do they mean?" He wanted to learn everything about her.
She laughed at his question. "They were done by some people I know who wanted to practice tattoo artistry, so I let them practice on me. It's not their best work, but oh well."
Carter let his hand drift down farther and stroked between her legs, coaxing a moan from her.
"We're so right for each other," he told her and leaned down to kiss her. "Who else makes you feel like this?" He thought about her mentions of past boyfriends. He wanted to make her forget about them.
She arched against him as he worked his hand between her legs. He couldn't contain himself as she threw her head back. He slipped on a condom then entered her.
