Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
When I shut the door behind us and hear the snick that lets me know we’re finally alone, I jump on him, my hands in Carter’s hair as I nudge him toward the wall. I yank his shirt from his pants and unbutton it with shaking fingers. My thighs clench at the memory of the sounds he made earlier—the thrust of his hips as he pressed himself deeper into my mouth and the feel of his hands in my hair as he came.
He lowers his mouth to mine, and I open for him, tasting him, needing him. He groans into me, and his hands drop to my waist—gripping as if he’s afraid I’m going to disappear. And God, it’s good. His kiss, his heat, the way he pulls me closer and closer even as he unzips my dress, as if he can’t decide between getting me naked and keeping me as near to him as possible.
“I need to tell you something,” he says breathlessly.
“What?”
“I never liked your rules.”
I smile against his mouth. “But sometimes rules are fun.” I step back, letting my unzipped dress fall off my shoulders and into a puddle on the floor. His shirt’s unbuttoned, revealing the undershirt beneath it. I can almost make out the ridges of his abdominal muscles through the thin cotton.
His eyes are all over me, taking in every inch of my skin and black lace underwear. I put them on thinking of him. Thinking of this room we share and hoping he’d catch a glimpse. Maybe I knew we’d end up here tonight. Maybe I hoped.
“I’ve loved the way you look at me since the day we met.” I draw in a ragged breath. “I’ve wanted you since then, too . . .”
He groans, and then we’re on each other again. I’m peeling his clothes off. His hands are on my hips, my stomach, my back, cupping my breasts. Everywhere all at once. Greedy and demanding in a way that makes my blood blaze. And my hands are on him, unbuttoning his pants and pushing his clothes to the floor.
He turns our bodies until I’m against the wall, and he pins my arms above my head as he lowers his mouth to mine. He positions a knee between my thighs and grips both of my wrists in one big hand.
“Not fair,” I say. “I can’t touch you.”
“You had your turn.” He drags a hand down my side and back up, his knuckles rubbing over the lace covering my breast, and I rock into his thigh, desperate for more of his touch. More of him. I love him holding me like this, even as I ache to pull him into my mouth again. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says into my ear. “Do you have any idea how hard it was to make myself sleep on that couch last night when I wanted to hold you in my arms?”
“You could have,” I say. “I told you there was enough room for us both to sleep there.”
“I wasn’t interested in sleeping. I wanted to feel you against me. Naked in my arms. I wanted to hear the sounds you’d make as I slid inside you.” He nips at my neck, then soothes away the sting with his open mouth. I want to tell him that I want him too, that my rules were a pathetic attempt to protect myself—an attempt to protect a heart I know would be so easy to put in his hands. But his mouth on my neck, his teeth scraping across my collarbone, and his hand between our bodies . . . I can’t think through the pleasure, and lose all capability of speech.
His mouth dips to my breast, and he sucks my nipple through the lace.
I cry out. “Please.”
“Please what?” he asks. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you,” I murmur.
He pulls my earlobe between his teeth and slips a hand into my panties. I whimper at the feel of him cupping me and the gentle pressure of his fingers poised between my thighs.
“Please,” I repeat. “Carter . . .” I part my legs and lift a knee, hooking a leg around his waist to urge his hand where I need it. But he’s too stubborn to give me what I want.
“What about your rules?”
“I don’t care about my rules.”
When he pulls his hand away, I nearly scream in frustration, but then he releases my wrists and wraps his arms around me, picking me up.
Squealing, I wrap my arms behind his neck and laugh as he carries me to the bed. “I can walk.”
“What fun would that be?” His voice is husky and his eyes hot on me as he lowers me to the mattress.
Holding his gaze, I remove my bra. He licks his lips and reaches for me. I lift my hips, helping him peel off my panties. He throws them to the floor, and the rest of his clothes follow in a frantic rush of both our hands. Then he’s nude in front of me, and my mouth goes dry with need as I take in his muscled form, his impressive erection.