Page 48 of Second Draft

“So beautiful,” I whisper, leaning down and lightly brushing my lips against hers. “I want to touch you. Every part of you. I want my mouth on yours. On your skin…” Nipping gently at her ear, I growl, “On your body.”

The sound, half-moan, half-whimper, that vibrates in her throat has my balls rock hard against my body. There won’t be a part of her that I don’t own when I’m finished.

“Carter,” she murmurs, melting against me.

My entire body is tight, the frenzied need to pull my cock out and take her hard and fast right here in the damn foyer, overwhelming. I can’t help the feral groan that escapes my lips. Hearing her say my name, the way it’s almost a plea, does all sorts of things to me.

“I want you.”

I almost lose it completely with her admission.

Leaning down, I scoop her up in my arms, and she lets out a small squeal.

“Bed,” I growl out, starting up the stairs, two at a time. “Now.”

Her lips twitch up, and I can almost feel the laugh she’s holding in.

“What?” I kick my bedroom door open with my foot, shutting it behind me.

“You’re just all…” She licks her lips, and runs her fingers across the scruff on my cheek.

It’s one of the first caresses she’s initiated and it does something to me.

“All what?” I demand, placing her on the bed and hovering over her, palms flat on either side of her head.

“Alpha male.”

I chuckle, “You have no idea, sweetheart.”

“Then show me.” Her fingers tug at the hem of my shirt, then slip beneath, trailing up my abs and chest.

This time I can’t control the growl that leaves my throat.

God. I want to sink straight into her.

I reach back and pull my shirt over my head, then toss it to the floor, while she tugs at my belt. When her fingers start for the zipper, I grip her wrists. “Slow down, Love. As much as I want to devour you right now, I also want to take my time. Memorize every inch of you.”

“Your words,” she says against my lips with I kiss her again. “How am I supposed to resist you?”

“You’re not.” I kiss her hard once more, before pulling back and kneeling on the bed. I take her wrists and pull her up, so that she’s mirroring me, and place her hands on my chest, on the ink that she’s always stealing glances at when she thinks I’m not looking.

Her gaze skims the patterns, then her fingers begin tracing the designs, and a small smile tugs at her lips, her eyes filled with appreciation.

“They’re beautiful,” she says softly, her touch sending heat burning through my body.

My fingers skim under her shirt, cupping one breast over the fabric of her lacey bra. “You’rebeautiful.”

She moans and my mouth crashes down on hers once more, and arms wrap around my neck, fingers burying in my hair. Needing to remove the barriers between us, I pull her shirt off, then unclasp the back of her bra, discarding them quickly, before starting on the button of her pants.

“Lie down,” I demand, pushing her back against the bed. I slide my fingers under the material, hooking my thumb on her panties, then drag my hands down her legs, removing the remaining obstructions.

Pushing her knees apart with my own, I kneel above her, taking in her perfection.

She watches me, wariness returning with self-consciousness.

“Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?” I ask, taking one breast in my palm and the other in my mouth, the nipples pebbling against my touch.

“You make me feel beautiful.” Her back arches to receive my touch, her legs relaxing and opening wider so that I can feel the warmth of her pussy against my chest, and she wiggles beneath me, her body demanding more.

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