Page 26 of The Hot New Bachelor in Town

I lie back on the pillows by the fireplace, bringing Carter down with me. He moves with me, our lips barely parting for a moment as we go. His touch drifts from my face, his fingertips sparking warmth on my skin as he feels down my body, his hand finding the hook of my knee.

With a gentle tug, he pulls me closer. We settle impossibly close to one another, my leg resting over his. Carter slowly pushes his hand up my thigh, his hand disappearing beneath my dress, officially crossing a line I’ve let no stranger cross before. The thrill of it tickles at the back of my neck, and I feel my lips parting further, deepening our kiss. His tongue massages my own and I release a moan, his hand gliding across my buttock.

I rest my palm on his chest, daring to touch him back, feeling the hard flex of his abs through his shirt and wanting to see more.

Carter’s kiss moves to my neck. I tilt my head, feeling the heat of the fire on my face as his tongue gently tastes my skin. Warm tingles spread across my body, igniting my flesh with goosebumps, making my nipples uncomfortably hard. I squirm against him, his hardness pressing into my belly, and we both gasp in silent pleasure.

Carter opens the top button on my dress. He kisses the newly exposed skin, his tongue traveling the valley between my breasts. My breaths come quicker, my heart racing as he opens the second button. Again, he kisses the new skin with gentle and loving pecks, taking his time before moving to the next button down.

By the time he reaches my navel, my entire body is shaking. I’m throbbing between my thighs, a wet spot forming in my panties. Another button free and he kisses my belly an inch away from the white cotton of my underwear.

Carter looks up at me silently, his eyes begging me to say yes.

I’m not that kind of girl, I hear my own words echo in my ears.

But he’s definitely that kind of man.

I run my fingers through his hair and nod, not wanting to say no.

Carter opens the last button on my dress and lets it fall open. I lie back, my body exposed, with nothing but my bra and panties to cover me up. He lays his hands on my stomach, dragging my panties down to my ankles and tossing them aside.

First, he kisses my knees. Then he pushes my legs apart, his mouth moving to kiss my inner thighs. I quiver with want and desire, with need and greed. I release a desperate sound, his lips achingly close, each kiss sending a flurry of heat through my core.

Carter kisses my mound, my outer lips. He watches me squirm once more, a teasing smile on his mouth as he feels up my body, his hands firm against my chest.

When he finally sucks my clit between his lips, I’m already moaning. I clench his hair, urging him to suck me harder, lick me faster.

With closed eyes, he does just that, burying his face in me as I cover my mouth with my other hand, stifling the moans begging to come out. My core shakes and my thighs jitter, my body already surprisingly close to climax.

“Carter,” I whimper.

He glides his tongue along my slit, nudging my clit and tasting my entrance. I gasp and sigh, the pleasure almost too much. I curl my fingers through his hair, boldly holding him down as if we’ve always been lovers, and he responds by sliding two thick fingers inside of me.

I come quickly, unable to hold back as he assaults my clit. Clenching tightly around his fingers, I lose myself to pleasure, tears springing to my eyes as he works me over and over, not slowing down until I beg him to. Even then, he stays in position, his fingers slowly massaging my inner walls as he leaves soft kisses on my clit.

I laugh at the ceiling, my pleasure still coming in gentle waves.

“What?” Carter asks.

I look down, his eyes playful and curious. “Nothing,” I say, barely able to control my speech. “The other girls at the diner said you look like you eat pussy with a knife and fork.”

Carter eases back an inch, then laughs. “I’m not sure what that means,” he says.

“Neither do I.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

He sucks on my flesh again, and I tremble all over. Moans spill off my tongue, another storm breaking as he moves his fingers in me.

I come a second time, spurred by the constant, urgent lapping on my clit. Every muscle in my core tightens at once, but the tension breaks, leaving me a twitching mess on the pillows beneath him.

“You taste so good,” Carter says, whispering as he kisses my flesh.

My tongue taps the roof of my mouth, and I wonder how good he tastes, too. Resisting the urge to let him pull another orgasm from me, I selflessly reach down to cup his face. I pull him toward me, his lips wet and glistening, and I kiss him firmly. Without a word, I shift upward, guiding Carter onto his back as I ease on top of him.

As he did with me, I take my time on him, kissing the smooth skin of his chest with each button of his shirt I open. He flexes softly with every kiss, his body reacting with the same need I felt. I lick his abs and palm his pecs, feasting on him as I make my way down. I leave a line of kisses along his happy trail, pausing at his belt to ask for the same permission he asked of me.

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