Page 97 of Take My Hand

“Nothing,” I say with a smile, rounding the island to give my girlfriend a proper greeting.

I pull her into me, giving her a kiss.

“Sorry, I’m kinda sweaty,” I say against her lips.

She shakes her head at me, licking the taste of me off her lips as her eyes trail down my naked torso. “I don’t mind at all. I could get used to seeing you like this.”

“Half naked?”

“Partially covered in paint and dust from working on these projects all day.” She playfully slaps one of my arms.

I arch a brow at her. “Oh yeah?”

She bites her lip. “Yeah.”

“Well then, I’ll make sure I never run out of things to do around here.”

One of my hands snakes up into her hair at the nape of her neck, guiding her mouth to mine and I pull her body flush to me.

She hisses, and I frown, looking down to see her grimace. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

Carter pulls out of my hold and twists one of her rings around. “I’m fine. It’s just a little sore.”

“What is?”

She inhales loudly before pushing the breath out, as if gearing up for something big. A ball of nervousness finds its way into my stomach as I watch her squirm and not in the way I like.

Before I can press for more, Carter lifts the hem of her loose-fitting T-shirt up, revealing her naked breasts.

Pierced, naked breasts.

Holy shit.

A small, silver bar runs through each of her nipples, the skin red around the entry points.

I take a small step back, wanting to drink in the entire picture in front of me but she must misread the intention because she immediately starts apologizing.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I should’ve asked you about it first but I just woke up this morning and wanted to do it and I knew if I thought about it too much I would chicken out. I’m sor?—”

“Don’t finish that fucking sentence,” I cut her off, eyes still not wavering from the glorious sight in front of me. “I don’t want to hear the word sorry exit your mouth again.”

I reach a hand out, seeking silent permission which Carter quickly grants with a nod, and gently cup one of her breasts. My thumb teases the area around the piercing, but I’m careful not to actually touch it.

“Fucking hell, Carter,” I mutter, reaching up to grab the other one. She moans softly and subtly arches her back, pushing her chest further into my hand and I want nothing more right now than to pull the little silver bars between my teeth and lavish them with attention.

“Do you like them?” she asks, tone tentative but unable to hide the desire coursing through her under my stare.

I drop my hands to her hips and spin her around, pressing her into the countertop.

“What do you think?” I say into her ear, grinding my cock against her ass.

She gasps as she wiggles under my hold. “I’m not sure. I think you need to make it clearer for me.”

Oh, this little minx.

Despite the hardness of my cock threatening to punch a hole in my shorts, I don’t act on it just yet. Instead, I will that sense of calm to settle over my mind like a thick fog and fall into the moment with her. Everything that is irrelevant to this situation gets pushed to the wayside and that beautiful, blissful sense of control locks into place as I snake a hand up and over Carter’s throat, bringing her closer to me.

But just as I’m starting to collect myself, she bucks her hips, grinding her ass against my cock and a groan slips out of my lips.

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