Page 61 of Cabin Fever

Carter stepped back to watch his finger defile my mouth.

"I've taken it easy on you, farmhand. If you want me to please you, I have to make sure you can take it."

Even through his thick beard, I could see his jaw tighten. Carter glanced at his broken arm and I could tell he wanted to do more. That's why I was still here—to help out when he needed it.

I reached out and slid a finger across the waistline of his briefs. Half expecting him to object, I paused.

Carter chuckled, mocking me. "Take it. Or are you the virgin?" His voice sounded like liquid metal as it dropped an octave.

I wanted to slap that smirk off his face. Anger boiled through me but the more it grew, the farther down it sank until my thighs began to shake and I knew my panties were soaked.

I kept my hands gliding over his stomach, refusing to move lower. Two could play at his taunting game. But I realized too late that's exactly what he wanted. Carter's smile widened and my skin pricked in surprise. He was big and my heart raced at what he would do next.

Carter seemed to be reading my mind as he leaned closer, his lips fluttered over the edge of my ear. It barely took a breath from his lips and I was whimpering like a wounded rabbit. I had no control left. No matter what he did or said, I responded as if I was dying to have the crumbs he threw at me.

"Are you trying to tease me?" His finger glided down my chest and hooked into the lacy edge of my bra. "Because it won't work, Olivia." He pulled, exposing my breast to the heat of his hand. "I'm not your ex. I don't expect you to lie there while I attempt a pathetic, base version of sex."

My back ached as I tried to lean closer to his body but with every movement, he stepped back.

"Maybe that's your thing. A quick two-minute dicking with lots of lube because he couldn't get you wet enough, even if he tried," Carter practically snarled.

I wondered for a moment if he was jealous of Derrick. That I had been with my ex-fiancé at all seemed to bother him. He shouldn't be upset. How Carter described Derrick was on point. Carter had done more to turn me on with just one finger than all the times I had sex with Derrick put together.

"Should I stop? Because I don't do quick. I do loud, long, and dirty."

"Don't stop. Please, Carter."

I was frantic because it seemed as if he was pulling away. Once he showed me what fucking him might be, how could any woman want that to end?

He didn't even acknowledge my response. Carter kept playing with my body. He moved his hand to my other breast and pushed the lace back until they both hung out. I wore this bra specifically for my wedding, or rather, my wedding night. It's not supportive in the least and a woman with my cup size required support.

The past two-and-a-half weeks have been uncomfortable and embarrassing as they moved to their own beat. But the way Carter looked at me . . . well, perhaps the unpleasantness had been worth it. I doubt he'd be this engrossed if I had been wearing my war bra, which goes to battle with my boobs and wins every time.

"You're better than a fantasy."

He hesitated. Carter was about to step forward but stopped himself and I wanted to know why. I wanted to scream for him to push me against the wall once again or pull my hair or dosomethingso I could feel him.

When he did finally gift me with his touch, it wasn't a sweet caress. His fingers glided around my hardened nipple before he went in for the kill. Carter pinched and tugged and watched me squirm against the wall like a curious dog.

There was no smug smile or gaze full of lust, just a cold, hardened stare of a man who relished torturing me. My jaw tightened with shock, not from the game he played on my body but that I was enjoying every agonizing second.

He shifted his feet, bored, when his fingers crept to my other breast. Gliding over my wanting nipple like a trick as if he didn't want to inflict his erotic pain. Carter latched on and gave me what I was whimpering for. It was sharp and as the sting melted, it sank down until it was nothing but pulsating bliss at my core.

"I'm going to taste you now." His eyes flickered down my body to my soaked panties. At this moment, I was thankful I grabbed a few new pairs of panties while out with my sister today. I didn't think this pair would be useful anymore after today.

He was still squeezing my nipple as he asked, "Is that what you want, Olivia? Would you like me to eat you?"

I swear, I was about to come.

Strands of my hair fell and stuck to my face as I nodded and barely squeaked out a yes. He stepped forward, and I thought he might pin me again—which I desperately wanted him to do. God, I never thought I could desire anything more.

But his chest was an inch from mine when he stopped. His hot breath pushed the remaining strands of hair from my face. Carter said nothing, but he didn't have to—his fingers did all the talking. They skirted across my stomach and down until they were making their way through my curls.

I sucked in air and stared at his eyes, now nearly black with desire. All he had to do was lightly graze my thigh and I parted. He didn't hesitate to move farther.

That's when Carter faltered. His nose flared and those wide dark eyes became hooded for a few seconds. I thought he might sink onto me, but his body remained a wall.

I'm sure I looked worse—lost—as he slipped two fingers inside me and his thumb began to rub over my clit. God, I was the one turning into an animal as I reached for his arm, not to push it away but hold it in place, so I could ride it.

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