“No,” I confess.
He picks up his pace, and I arch up into him. The orgasm nearly rips me to shreds. My mouth opens, and my eyes squeeze shut.
He groans into my ear and lets go, spilling inside me. His lips slide across mine and down to my jaw.
We hold each other.
“I—” he says.
“You—” I say at the same time. “Go ahead.”
“No, it’s okay,” he says.
I roll onto my side, watching him. “Don’t get weird.”
“You’re the one acting strange,” he says.
“No, I’m not,” I tell him, reaching over and running my fingers through his hair. “But we can’t do this, Carter.”
“Then stop,” he says, smirking, tucking his arm under his head.
His bicep flexes, and I see the veins in his arms. Part of me wants to lick every single one.
“You stop.” I turn it right back on him.
He laughs. “I can’t. I’m fucking addicted to you.”
“I’m not leaving Coconut Beach. And you’re not leaving New York. That’s a problem.”
“I don’t want to discuss this.”
He pulls me against his chest, and his arm wraps across my waist. My face fits against his neck, and his heartbeat is steady. I should leave, set the boundary, sleep in my bed. Instead, I hold him tighter and close my eyes.
Sunlight hits my face, and the weight across my stomach is Carter’s arm. I didn’t leave. Shit.
I slide out from under his arm and reach for my phone. Just after six. Not late.
“Come back,” he whispers, lifting his arm, and I do without hesitation.
His breathing is steady against the back of my neck as he pulls my ass against his hard cock. His hand trails down my stomach, and his fingers spread me wide. My back arches, and he slides inside me from behind.
“Yes, yes,” I whisper, wishing I could wake up like this every damn day.
His grip tightens on my hip, and he fucks me like I belong to him. This morning, he’s possessive. His teeth nibble at the back of my neck. I grab the comforter to brace myself, moaning into the pillow.
“Harder,” I tell him because I want to feel where he’s been for the rest of the day.
His hand fists in my hair and pulls my head back while he drives into me. His free hand grips my breast, and he pinches my nipple between his fingers. I gasp and push back into him, meeting every inch.
“You’re mine, Wendy.” His voice is rough against my ear. “This pretty little pussy is mine.”
“Yes, Carter. Yes, yes.”
He pulls out and flips me onto my stomach. Before I can breathe, he’s inside me again, deeper at this angle, as he grabs my ass. My face presses into the pillow. He fucks me like he’s trying to ruin me for anyone who comes after him. He already has.
I move onto my elbows, and the new angle makes my vision blur. He stays there, relentless. His hand moves from my neck to my hip, and he grips me hard.
“Don’t stop.” The warmth builds from deep inside. “Please don’t stop,” I nearly cry out.
