Page 54 of Falling for the Forward

We hold onto each other for a solid minute, and then he pulls away and leans his forehead against mine. The excitement I felt when he kissed me on Christmas returns.

“Let’s go home,” I say softly.

“I wantto take you on a date,” Carter says when we’re almost home. “Maybe Mara or Dex would be able to babysit. I can find someone else if not.”

“Mara, Dex and Harry will fight over who gets to do it. If they’re not busy, all three of them will come.”

“If you want to, so will you.”

I wrinkle my brow, confused. “So will I what?”

“Come.”

My lips part and my face warms.

“I want you so fucking bad, Suki. It’s all I can think about.”

My whole body heats in response to his words. A relationship isn’t in the cards for me, but sex? I’m not meant for the abstinent life.

“Do you mean after we go on a date--or now?” I ask.

“Both.”

I laugh at his eagerness. “We do have cause for celebration.”

The Navigator speeds up as he presses on the gas pedal. He looks over at me, hunger swirling in his dark-brown eyes.

“It’s been a while for me, so I’ll have to pace myself.”

My heart soars as he confirms he hasn’t been sleeping with women while traveling. “How long?”

“More than six months.”

“Yeah, same.”

I’m wearing my blouse with the top two buttons undone. I reach for the third one and unfasten it. Then, the fourth.

“Oh fuck.” Carter looks over at me. “Don’t make me wreck the car.”

“I thought you might like a preview.”

“I’ve had two months of previews every time you walk out of the shower in one of those tank tops. Or wear my jersey. You wore a black V-neck shirt once that I jerked off thinking about for days.”

“A shirt?” I smile. “You’re easy, Mr. Stanton.”

“It was more about your tits in the shirt. Your tits are unbelievable.”

He turns onto his street, the tires squealing. I can’t keep myself from smiling; I had no idea I had this effect on him.

Before he turns into the driveway, he’s pressing the button for the garage door opener. He slides to a stop in the garage, practically flying out of the car.

I open my door and step out, and he meets me in front of the passenger door. He takes my face in his hands and kisses me, backing me against the car door. His tongue brushes over mine, his erection pressing into my belly as we kiss each other like it’s the last kiss we’ll ever get.

We’re both breathless when we pull apart, and Carter sweeps me up with an arm behind my knees. He carries me into the house, Darling trotting toward us happily.

“I don’t care what he destroyed or ate. We’re ignoring it,” Carter murmurs.

He races up the stairs, not even winded, when he kicks the bedroom door closed and sets me on the bed.

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