“Wet means aroused,” she breathed out against my lips.
“Oh.”Oh.
My heart missed a few beats as I pushed her underwear to the side, only for my fingers to meet warm, smooth, slippery skin.
“Oh, shit,” she panted, hands clasping at my shoulders. Heat bloomed in my stomach at the sound. “Just a little higher—yes, right there.”
And, I was hard again.
Who would have thought that I’d become a sex maniac? Certainly not me.
I needed to lay her naked on any available surface and watch her expression shift with every inch I touched.
“Carter.” Her voice was like a plea. Her legs shook under her. “Please don’t stop.Fuck, I’m gonna come, Carter—”
Now was probably not the right time to try and do something my mind has been trying to convince me to do since I touched between her legs. To push my fingers inside the spot that was warmer and wetter.
But I did. Pushing two fingers inside as I watched her expression shift and eyes roll in the back of her head.She liked that. I started thrusting in and out slowly, pushing deeper each time, watching her at the brink of falling apart in my arms. There was a small spot that felt different on her inner walls and her voice pitched higher every time the pads of my fingers grazed it.
What if—
Yeah. That was it.
She nearly fell but I held her tighter against me with my free arm.
“Good?” I asked, pressing harder against the sensitive spot. I wasdesperateto feel her fall apart. To watch her shatter in my arms, my fingers deep inside her tight heat.
She nodded, the motion sharp, frantic. But, to my surprise, she reached for my hand. Not to pull it out, thankgod, but to bring mythumb to the place I was rubbing before deciding to follow my desires and fuck her with my fingers..
Oh.
It took less than three seconds before I felt her walls clenching and pulsing around me, her knees buckling once again, eyes rolling in the back of her head and mouth open in a partly silent cry.
But I didn’t want her to be silent. I wanted her to scream at the top of her lungs. Tobegme to stop because it was too much. I wanted her cheeks flushed and wet with tears of pleasure.
I thrusted harder, forcing against the waves of her orgasm, against the way her muscles constricted around my fingers. My thumb rubbed her flesh in tighter and quicker circles until she was a limp, convulsing mess on the floor under me. Next time, I’d take it into a lying position sooner, it was easier to focus exclusively on her pleasure if I didn’t have to ensure she wasn’t falling.
My inexperience made it so that I wasn’t sure if her orgasm had lasted a full five minutes or if she had many following each other.
Both were good enough options.
“What now?” She was the one to ask this time, voice raw, cheeks pink, eyes glassy.
I brought my fingers to my mouth and moaned at the sweet taste. “Now, we’re going to the house. Together. And resume what we just started without risking getting interrupted by an annoyed ghost who probably won’t ever look at us the same.”
She gulped, but nodded. Even accepted my hand to help her get back on her feet.
“And we don’t mention the ridiculous idea that you and I could ever be friends,” I added, pulling the hair at the back of her head to tilt her face upward. “You and I both know that going straight from enemies to lovers was what awaited us.Friendswere never in the cards. It’s all or nothing, my depraved little mate.”
Chapter 15
Lola
Iwas obviously out of my damn mind.
That’s what my brain kept telling me as I let Carter lead me from the Archives—which had mysteriously locked at some point and unlocked right as he reached for it—to Arc’s house. I could only hope that poor Maggie stashed herself somewhere far away and didn’t witness any of what had happened there.
His hand held mine firmly, unbothered by the curious glances of the few people passing us on the streets. There was a crazed look on his face, and I guess I didn’t look any better. My cheeks still felt warm, my dress was all rumpled, my hair was a mess, and my underwear weresoaked.
