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He smiles, but it’s a little darker than before. “I don’t know about that. There’s a lot I’d love to do with you, give to you, but I don’t want to overwhelm you.”

“You already do. You overwhelm me in the best way. I don’t need protecting, Carter. I don’t need you to coddle me or be gentle with me.” I sit up a little straighter in the bed and look him dead in the eye. “Teach me. Show me. I’m tired of always being the one observing and never participating.”

Carter looks at me, hesitance gleaming in his eyes and written on his furrowed brow. “I don’t know.”

“Please.” I lay my hand on his thigh, squeezing gently. “Please. Forget all the reasons why you shouldn’t. Forget all the things that are keeping you from treating me like any other woman. Please. Just say yes.”

He hooks an arm around my waist and pulls me underneath him before I have a clue what had happened. “First of all, you’re not just any other woman. Second of all, you’re fucking amazing. Do you know that? And third of all, yes. Fuck it. I’ll give you anything you want. All you have to do is ask.”

Chapter 22

Carter

The most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on is in my bed, underneath me, my already hard cock resting on the softest skin I’ve ever felt. How the fuck did this happen? I’m just a nobody from nowhere, a songwriter who got lucky on one tune a little over three years ago, and the woman in my bed is a fucking MD and PhD.

Sure, I have a great vocabulary. That comes with the territory of reading everything I could get my hands on over the last thirty years — including damn cereal boxes and shampoo bottles. If there were words on it, I read it. But sounding like I know what I’m talking about is different from actually knowing.

She’s soft and pliant beneath me in a way that makes me want to protect her against the world, but she made it clear that’s not what she wants. So, I’ll do what she asks. I’ll give her everything I have — within reason.

One hand rests on the pillow beside her head, and the other wraps around her hip, squeezing. She’s petite, but she’s not slight. She’s barely five feet tall, but she’s like the back roads up near Chattanooga that I love to drive on my motorcycle on cool fall days. Just the right amount of curves.

She breathes shallowly and quickly, anticipating what I’ll do next. I vow here and now to keep her on her toes as much as I possibly can. I bend my head like I’m going to kiss her mouth but drop kisses on her nose and eyelids instead. There are no rules that say I can’t be sweet before I ravish her.

My lips course over her skin, dipping into the hollows and licking the peaks of her neck and shoulders. Quiet moans and whimpers squeak out from her, and I smile at the way I affect her. It’s an ego-boost, there’s no doubt.

When my mouth closes around a hard nipple, her hips and shoulders dig into the bed as her back arches, pushing the peak further into my mouth. Fuck, the woman’s skin tastes so damn good. I know I’m gonna thoroughly enjoy my mouth on her pussy again.

I show the other breast the same attention for a few seconds before I kiss straight down the middle of her belly. I drag my tongue along her hip bone and down over the thatch of hair guarding the treasure I want the most.

“I’m really going to enjoy this…again,” I whisper over her skin. She has no verbal response, just a series of moans and her fingers digging into my hair. Without further preamble, I push her thighs apart and set my mouth on her for the second time tonight, feasting like a starving man. I groan at the softness of her pussy and the honeyed taste coating my tongue.

“Oh my god!” she cries out at the contact.

“I feel the same fucking way, woman.” Diving back in, I lick and lap at her, making sure I give her the attention she deserves. I use my tongue on her opening and strum her clit with my thumb like I would my bass during a particularly rhythmic section.

Then I switch and suck the swollen bundle of nerves between my lips and my tongue and push my thumb into her dripping pussy. She’s so damn hot, it’s like finger fucking an oven. “Damn it, Amelie. I could lick this pussy for the rest of my life.”

“Yeah, I’m okay with that,” she murmurs with a pat to my shoulder.

The laugh that barrels out of me at her comment booms loudly. I’ve never laughed during sex, never felt connected enough with anyone to be that loose, that free. It feels really fucking good.

I lower my mouth back to her heat and keep a steady rhythm with my thumb, and before I know it, she goes off like a bottle rocket on the Fourth of July. The bursts and aftershocks come one after another until she has nothing left to give. Her hands move to her breasts on instinct, cupping them and squeezing her nipples between her fingers. She’s beautiful, and watching her come is a sight I’ll never forget.

I bring her down slowly, and her body relaxes into the mattress, almost deflating like a balloon. “You’re stunning. Breathtaking, even, when you come.”

Amelie opens her eyes and props up on one elbow, raking her free hand through her still-damp hair. The blush spreads over her neck and gorgeous tits again, almost like she’s embarrassed about the way her body responded.

“Thank you,” she whispers.

I crawl up over her and nuzzle her neck, licking and nipping at her throat. “Let’s see if I can get a closer look.”

She gasps as I notch my dick against her wet heat and reach to the nightstand to grab a condom. Rolling it on in three seconds flat, I hook her knee into my elbow and kiss her. Whispering against her lips, I say, “I don’t mean to sound extremely cliche, but this might hurt a little bit at first.”

A low hum emanates from her as I push forward slowly. The gasp as she stretches around me is as sexy as the way her fingers push into my biceps. She’s completely consumed…by me, and I have no words for how goddamn lucky I am in this moment. It’ll be a miracle if I ever forget how she feels around me, and I’m not even completely inside.

She rocks against me, trying to pull even more of my length into her. “Carter. Please.”

“Please, what?”

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