Page 34 of Hooked On Them

Her laugh was breathless. “That was terrible.”

“It made you smile, though.”

She studied my face for a long moment, something vulnerable flickering in her eyes before resolution settled there. “Carter, I want you.”

My heart hammered against my ribs. “Are you sure? I don’t want to push?—”

She pressed a finger against my lips. “I’m sure.” She glanced down at her stomach, then back to me. “I’m not fragile. I won’t break.”

“I know you won’t.” I caught her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm. “I want to make sure this is what you want.”

“What I want…” She leaned forward until her lips brushed my ear. “Is for you to fuck me.”

The raw need in her voice sent heat pooling low in my belly. I captured her mouth again, kissing her deeply as my hands found her waist, pulling her closer.

“Bedroom?” I managed between kisses.

She shook her head, fingers already pulling up my shirt. “Here. Now.”

Who was I to argue with that?

I unzipped the athletic jacket she had on, and she pulled it off along with her tank top underneath. The simple black sports bra she wore did little to hide the fullness of her breasts, the slight swell more pronounced than I remembered from our night together.

I traced my fingers along the edge of the fabric, watching goosebumps rise on her skin. “You’re beautiful.” And I meant it more than I’d ever meant anything.

She stood, wrangling off the confining fabric as I helped her out of her pants.

I lay back on the couch and guided her to straddle me. “I want to taste you.”

There was no hesitation as she positioned her knees on either side of my head. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, drawing her down to my mouth.

The first stroke of my tongue against her made my entire world narrow. Her sweet and tangy taste was so perfect that I nearly lost myself. She gasped sharply as her hands flew to the armrest behind my head.

I explored her with deliberate patience, mapping every fold and contour, cataloging each response like precious data. A light flick against the side of her clit made her hips jerk. Firm pressure just above it pulled a low, guttural sound from deep in her throat. The heat of her against my mouth was driving me half-mad with need.

Her hips began a slow, hypnotic roll against me, creating a rhythm that matched the flick of my tongue. Her fingers slid into my hair, not gentle but demanding, tugging and directing me with unmistakable intent. The slight pain sent sparks down my spine, making my cock pulse.

Each technique pulled different sounds from her—breathy sighs, broken moans, and a surprised cry that made me double my efforts. I gripped her thighs tighter, pulling her down more firmly against my mouth, needing to give her everything she asked for and more.

When I felt her begin to tense, thighs quivering, I stayed the course until she cried out, her body arching above me as pleasure washed through her. I held her steady through it, slowing my tongue as the aftershocks subsided.

She moved down my body to rest against my chest. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes bright. “That was...”

“Just the beginning.” I pressed a kiss to her forehead.

I rolled her onto her back, taking a moment to rid myself of the rest of my clothes. Her eyes roamed over me appreciatively, lingering on my obvious arousal.

I knelt between her legs, pressing soft kisses down her neck, her collarbone, and the swell of her breasts. I paused when I reached her stomach. The enormity of it hit me suddenly, fierce protectiveness mixing with wonder.

I pressed my lips gently against her skin, below her navel. It wasn’t planned, just a moment of connection that felt right. When I glanced up, her eyes were shining with unshed tears.

“Sorry,” I said quickly. “Was that?—”

“No,” she interrupted, reaching down to touch my face. “It was perfect. I’m just emotional about... everything.”

I moved back up, capturing her lips in a tender kiss that quickly rekindled the heat between us. Her hands roamed over my back, pulling me closer as she hitched one leg over my hip.

My body was ready to go, but I paused, suddenly remembering. “Do we need...?”

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