Page 83 of Fate

“Get it out, baby,” I whisper. “Let it go, because I have a feeling really soon we’re going to have our girl back. She’ll need her daddy to be strong.”

He nods into my neck, not saying a word, just holding me. I don’t know how long we sit like this, but I’m comfortable just being there for him. The daylight shifts, and the sun sets over the ocean. I watch it while he rocks me. When the sun kisses the horizon, I lean back and lift his chin with both of my thumbs. The tears have dried, but the misery in his baby blues is gut-wrenching.

“Eli will find her. Hewill.”

Carson nods but doesn’t respond. His face is blank. Not even a glimmer of my fun-loving guy is anywhere in sight.

Slowly I kiss his lips. He barely responds with a pucker. Even that simple gesture of love is too much for him. He’s lost, and it’s up to me to bring him back. He needs to find his inner strength for Cora, for the battle ahead, and forus.

Easing out of his lap, I stand up and hold out my hand. He takes it without comment. I help him stand, and while holding his hand, I walk him toward his bedroom and into the bathroom. Once there, I undo each button on his short-sleeved shirt and slip it off his body. The golden chest I love is still beautiful with hard slabs of muscle, squared-off pecs, and abdominals. I slide both hands from his shoulders down the sexy hard male flesh in a blatant caress.

“Come back to me,” I whisper and glance up into his eyes. He’s just watching me, almost as if he’s an outsider looking in and not a participant.

Seems I need to work a little harder. Watching his eyes, I tug at his Levi’s, unbuttoning and then unzipping the jeans before pushing them over his hips. He steps out of them without a word. I glance at his package hidden beneath a pair of burgundy boxer briefs. Unfortunately, there’s no movement happening…yet.

With eager hands, I slip my fingers around his waist, inserting them just under the elastic of his underwear before gripping the fabric.

“Come back to me, Carson.” I push his boxer briefs down to the ground, where once again Carson steps out of them. This time when I look at his eyes, the light blue has darkened, a hint of interest sparking in hisgaze.

As efficiently as possible, I lean into the shower and turn on the double heads, getting the large space nice and hot before turning around to continue my task. Using my good arm, I grip the fabric of my jersey top, pull it over my head, and toss it on the ground behind me. He blinks, his eyes going straight to my lace-clad breasts. An eyebrow rises, those blue eyes getting darker, his pupils widening.

There you go, baby. That’s right. Look yourfill.

Doing a little wiggle, I push down my skirt, letting it fall into a puddle at my feet. I kick it away and stand beforehim.

“Touch me. Come back to me,” I say as softly as a prayer in thedark.

He blinks a few times and sucks in a large breath. It’s like a window’s been opened and he’s just sampled a fresh breath ofair.

Still, he doesn’t touch, just looks. His fingers curl into his palms, creating fists. I don’t know if he’s purposely holding himself back or… Hell, I don’t know what’s going on in that head of his right now. I just know he needs to feel. Feel something other than worry, fear, and anger. He needs to feel loved, and this is the only way I know I can reach him. At least I hope Ican.

With a flick of my fingers, I undo the front clasp of my bra—the smartest invention ever made, especially since I have the full use of only one hand. I shrug my shoulders until the lavender lace falls to the floor. Not even looking at his face, I shove down the matching lace bikini briefs and kick themaway.

I take a breath, lift my head, and stare directly into Carson’s eyes. I stand before the man I love, naked, giving everything I am in the hope it’s enough to bring him back from the dark place he’s entered.

Carson blinks, his eyes shifting, and the gaze I adore leaves my face to scan down my body and back up. When our eyes meet again, his are blazing hot pools of desire. I swallow but don’t move a muscle. The only movement is the slight rise and fall of my chest with each breath I take, waiting, needing him to accept the gift I’m giving.

Finally, he speaks.

“You’re so beautiful. I can barely breathe when I look at you. Sometimes I think you’ll just disappear and I’ll be alone again.”

I wrap my arms around him and plaster my naked body against his. “Everything I am, all that I have, I’m entrusting to you. You’ll never be alone as long as I live. I promise.” My words are a vow, one I know I’ll never break.

Carson’s body trembles in my arms as he tucks me close, his mouth near my ear. “I’m going to hold you to that promise.”

“Just as long as you always holdme.”

“Always,” he says before his mouth comes down tomine.

Steam billowsaround us as Carson moves deep within me. One of my legs is hiked up over his hip, the other holds me upright. He moves his hands all over me. From my neck, down my shoulders, and over my breasts, where he stops to give a delectable tug on both tips simultaneously. He continues his journey down along my hips, where he grips tight, digging four fingers into the fleshy areas, pounding harder. His thumbs span my lower abdomen. Using the full force of his hips, he presses deep and stays, his cock so hard, filling me so completely and deliciously I could die. He reverses just enough so he can caress those digits lovingly over where our baby is growing, seemingly mesmerized by thearea.

“Gonna put more of these in you.” His voice is a sex-roughened rumble. “Many more,” he promises, pulling back out to the tip and ramming deep once more. I cling to his back and arch into the pleasure.

I’m incapable of responding to his delusions of grandeur in the kid department, because just then he moves one hand between us and uses his glorious thumb to swirl around my clit in dizzying circles. I cry out and shoot to the height of passion, tumbling right over the edge into the beauty that is Carson andme.

“Christ. Your pussy is so fucking tight when you come,” he growls, taking my mouth and kissing me hard, elongating my orgasm to an epic degree.

“Need a taste of that,” he murmurs and bites my earlobe. Quick as a shot his dick is gone, still hot and hard in front of me. I whimper at the loss, not exactly needing it after a blistering orgasm but wanting his thickness inside me all the same. The shower beats down on his back and now my front as he kisses his way down my body, paying special attention to both erect tips. He bites down hard on my left nipple until I hiss and grip his head, weaving my hands into his wet locks. Carson grins and looks up while sucking hard and biting the second one until I whine. He’s rocketing my previously sated body back up into hyperdrive all over again.

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