Page 75 of Bride Under Contract

‘I can’t—’

Famous last words, because he pulled her down onto him till she was gripping the bedhead and fighting not to cry out, such bliss he delivered with his mouth.

‘That’s it...’ he said, stroking her bottom with his hand as he stroked her with his tongue. She gave him a little, a flicker of orgasm, but he knew as she lifted from him, that she held back a lot.

He sat her down on his thighs, felt her hand close around him, and not shyly, just so blissfully.

They were both panting, both turning the other on, but with more than just touch—they were crossing into each other’s thoughts. ‘Why did you smile when I said motel?’ he asked and her flushed face darkened, yet she stroked him still.

‘The thought of...’ she shook her head.

‘Go on?’ he invited, deeply curious to hear more.

‘The thought of wanting another so much that you simply have to stop the car...’ she gave a half nervous laugh. ‘Or meet in your lunch break...’

Carter had never wanted anyone in that way.

Yet he wanted her in that way now.

He reached for a condom and saw her eyes briefly close in frustration as he tore the wrapper.

If she had been anyone else it would have alerted him. He’d just been lectured by his lawyer, after all, to be very careful in the coming weeks. Instead it made him reckless. Their wants matched...this desire could not be contained.

‘In a moment,’ he said, and she nodded in weak relief.

And then it was Grace who knelt up and held his thick, unsheathed base, and together they watched her lower herself down onto him.

‘God...’ she moaned. Because he made her crave.

And she looked at him, half dressed, resting up on his forearms, as fascinated as she, she rested her hands on his chest and moved.

It was a dangerous, dangerous game and they both knew it, but they were in this together, this folie à deux, this shared madness, and she felt for the first time in her life completely free.

And also looked after, because he nodded and said, ‘I won’t come,’

He gave her his word, and with it she had permission to move again.

He stroked her breasts, pinched them, and he stroked her stomach, then round to her bottom. He didn’t guide her, just inflamed her. He stroked her thighs and then, when she bit her lip, he thrust up into her, and she could not believe his control. How he could lie there and thrust and observe.

‘Carter...’

She was holding the bedhead and moaning loudly, and then he started to pull her down hard, again and again, and Grace could hear herself shout. She was suddenly frantic, deeply orgasming and trying to lift off of him, yet he held her firm. Pulsing and making sounds she never had before. Then, when he could hold back no more, he took her by the hips and lifted her, and she watched him spill onto her. Breathless, she watched as his palm cupped her where she ached with the void he’d left.

He pulled her head down and they kissed as if it were their first time...wet, deep kisses. And in between he told her off...warned her not to play that game again...

‘I won’t.’

She could barely breathe. Her sex felt heavy and her stomach was still tight, as if unfulfilled. Yet she had never been more satisfied.

Carter wasn’t faring so well. He rarely made mistakes, and certainly not the same one twice. Okay, he hadn’t come inside her, but he was taking risks he never had before.

He wanted Grace more than he’d thought he was capable of.

But she deserved someone who could love her—completely.

He knew he was incapable of that.

Knew he had to pull back.

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