Page 84 of Above All Else

I tipped my head back and laughed. “Do you have a doctor kink... Dr... Morgan?”

“When you say it that way...” He dipped down between my breasts, my shirt and bra an unnecessary barrier to his hungry touch. His hands tickled the bare skin around my midriff as he tugged my shirt higher and higher. Lifting my arms, he stepped back and swiped the shirt over my head—the snaps on my bra next, his fingers moving with deft confidence.

How many women had he practiced that on?

His mouth covered my nipple, and I whimpered on an exhale, his tongue swirling, his teeth nibbling while he held me tight around my waist.

“Wait. Wait.” I pushed and leaned away, his teeth hanging onto my nipple, causing me to gasp. “Carter. I have to put the broth in.”

He relinquished his hold on me and pressed into my back as I opened the can with the automatic can opener, his hand kneading my breast.

Warmth settled in my belly, tickling my flesh, his kissesmoving down my back and pausing at the top of my pants. He dropped to my waistband and pushed them down.

“Carter. What are you doing?”

His wet kisses trailed down my ass cheek as he pulled my hips outward, bending me at the waist with a slight angle, and dove in tongue first, lapping at my center.

I gasped, the can opener releasing the broth. “How am I supposed to—oh God.”

His tongue circled my clit, his hands cupping my butt cheeks as he feasted on me. My elbows hit the counter, and my head dropped to my forearms, my legs widening for easier access.

“Don’t forget about the food, June. We wouldn’t want to miss out on that.”

I sucked in a breath, the reprieve on my clit enough to gather my senses, and dumped the can into the pot, splatters dripping over the pristine stovetop.

I’ll clean it later.

Carter’s hands moved up and down my thighs, his tongue working me into a puddle as I put the lid on the pot and set it to simmer.

“Oh God, Carter.” My hands shook against the countertop, my nerves on fire.

He spun me around and drew my leg over his shoulder, his mouth clamping onto my clit, and sucking, his teeth grazing the swelling nub.

I leaned back, my head tapping the upper cabinet as I closed my eyes, my fingers threading through his hair.

“You taste better than dinner.”

Laughing, I pulled his head away from his assault. “You haven’t had it yet. How would you know?”

“Because Icraveyou.“ He stood. “See for yourself.” He kissed me, his tongue dragging my taste along mine, his lips coated in my arousal. “Don’t you agree?”

“Mmm.”

Carter moved, lifting me onto the counter, settling me in the corner, and lifted my legs, my feet resting on each side, baring my wet flesh to him. “Perfection.” He ran his finger down my center. Waves of bliss flooded my system, my clit throbbing with need. His gaze lingered on my exposed body, dark with hunger, and then he reached for a knife in the block resting on the counter.

My breaths stopped, my lungs burning. I clamped my legs shut. “Carter, what are you doing?”

“Shhh. Trust me.“ He bit into my outer thigh and plunged a finger deep inside me, my legs opening like a flower blooming beneath the spring sun. I gripped the gold handle on the cupboard above me, my teeth biting into my lower lip.

The blade glinted in the sparkling kitchen lights, causing a shiver to decimate my body.

“Do you trust me?”

I swallowed hard, my throat tightening.

He wouldn’t hurt me.

Not now.

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