Page 27 of The Hot New Bachelor in Town

“Yes,” he whispers, the word soft as air.

I slide his belt open, unzipping his pants and kissing the skin above the base of his cock. He’s hard, so hard, the shaft tenting his underwear. I quickly disrobe him, casting the clothes to the side and returning to the space between his knees.

Feeling his fingers comb through my hair, I open my mouth, needing so badly to taste him. I wrap my lips around him, licking the dripping tip, and I feel his fingers clench in reaction. He releases a shuddering groan; the sound sending wild shivers down my spine as I take him further into my mouth.

With my fingers firmly massaging the base of his cock, I suck him steadily, working my tongue around his tip and licking the shaft. I go randomly at first, noticing the gentle twitches or sudden intake of his breath, learning the spots he likes best, giving him exactly what he wants.

“Mika,” he groans, breathing fast and deep. “That feels so good.”

I pull him out slowly, kissing his tip. “Do you want me to stop?”

Carter hesitates. “If you don’t, I’m going to come,” he says, the implication of more in his words.

I want more, too.

Oh, yes. I want more.

“Did you pack a condom?” I ask him.

He gets up, quickly striding to his suitcase near the bed. Fishing through the inner pockets, he returns with it in hand. Lowering to his knees as I rise to mine, we kiss by the fire, our naked forms pressed together.

“Are you sure?” Carter asks.

“Yes,” I say, lying back down, my knees spread open and willing.

Carter puts the condom on and settles between them, his cock resting against my slit. He doesn’t enter me yet. Instead, he kisses me softly, his hands caressing my body. I do the same, touching down his back as my lips graze his chin and neck.

When he finally enters me, it’s like a bolt of lightning strikes my chest. Warmth and pleasure spread throughout my body, his cock filling me with one tender thrust. I moan with desire, kissing Carter as he grunts softly.

Silently, he thrusts again. Toe-curling pleasure washes over me and I crush my mouth against his shoulder. He rests his head on mine, and he fucks me slowly. His hand finds mine amid the pillows. We cling to one another, our bodies moving as one, chasing the passion radiating between us.

“Carter,” I say, smothered, sweat dripping off my brow. “I?—”

Words fail me as another climax rips through me unexpectedly. He crushes his lips on mine, sucking on my tongue and groaning, no doubt feeling every tight twitch on his cock.

I squeeze his hand, holding on as my back arches, my hips still moving to meet his against the soft blanket. My heart is beating so fast, I wonder if my breath will ever catch up. Every nerve, every inch of my skin ignites from his body heat, his touch, warm and possessive.

Carter. Just a bachelor passing through Small Town. But a piece of me wishes he would never leave.

The thought echoes in my head, but I force myself to swallow the words before they surface. To speak it aloud would be pure insanity. I barely know him at all. There’s no logic to it, no reason for me to feel this way.

As the tension ceases in me, and I open my eyes, I release a heavy sigh. Carter has stopped, fixed deep within me, watching my climax pass with soft and delicious kisses. My lips. My nose. My eyelids and forehead.

“You’re so beautiful,” Carter whispers, the fire crackling beside us.

I smile. “Thank you. You’re... hot.”

He laughs. “Thank you.”

“Sorry. I’m not nearly as suave as you are.”

“Am I suave?”

“I mean...” We chuckle, our lips grazing. “You got me from not that kind of girl to spread eagle in twenty-four hours, so… yeah, I’d call that suave.”

Carter hums, amused, then kisses me again and again.

“Keep going,” I urge, squirming.

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