Page 62 of Second Draft

Once the words are out of my mouth, I know there’s no taking them back. I’ve never told anyone, except my parents, that I love them. Because until now, I know I never have. Not really. Not like this.

Carter’s mouth is on me, stopping my argument, my reasoning why this thing between us will never work. And right now, I don’t care. All I care about is his touch. The feel of his skin against mine. The need to be filled with something other than the pain that’s been squeezing at my chest since we left the hospital.

I know I’m using him, using sex to drive away those demons from my mind, but it’s all I can do to stop from falling apart completely.

Rough fingers rake across my skin as he quickly undresses me, his own desire evident in the tightness of his features, and the urgency of his kiss.

“Say it again,” he growls, when we’re both standing naked, his thick, throbbing erection pressing against my stomach.

“I love you.” It’s easier this time, and doesn’t come out sounding as forced.

His mouth crashes down on mine, demanding and possessive.

I press against his strong, muscular chest and I lose myself in his mouth. His tongue snakes between my lips and it takes all that I have not to lose myself completely in him.

It would be easy to give up control. Let him have me in every way. Heart. Body. Mind. Soul.

Marry me. Those words tremble through me.

The moment I found out I was pregnant, I gave up all hope that I’d ever find someone who would want me, let alone marry me.

God, I want it. I want all the promises and dreams he’s offering. But there’s still a part of me that knows no matter how good his intentions are, he wouldn’t be asking me to make that commitment if I weren’t having a baby.

Maybe it shouldn’t matter. But it does.

“Stop thinking,” he murmurs in my ear, grabbing my hips as he turns and sits on the edge of the bed, pulling me down so that I’m straddling him, my knees against his hips.

His erection strains against me, and I can practically feel it pulsating against my stomach.

I wrap my arm around his shoulders, and press my forehead against his, taking a few deep breaths.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” he says softly, kissing my neck, jaw, and lips. His scruff is scratchy and wonderfully rough against my skin. “Just let go.”

One large palm runs up my back, the other supports my weight, gripping my hip as I begin to grind against him, the friction causing him to groan.

He’s holding back now, waiting for me.

I’m already wet for him, and when I lift myself on my knees and nudge against the thick head of his cock, the last bit of restraint that’s holding me back releases.

With a gasp of pleasure, I dig my fingers into his hair and slide down on him, allowing him to fill me completely.

Burning pleasure ripples through me, and a low guttural groan vibrates from Carter’s chest. His fingers tighten, digging into my flesh, holding me still as he kisses me, giving me time to adjust to his size.

“You have no idea what you do to me.” His breathing is harsh, his words thickened with desire. “If you did, you would never have any doubts.”

I kiss him back hard, my chest clenching at his words, searing my emotions. His teeth nip, catching my lower lip, then stroking his tongue over it with a teasing lick.

His mouth remains on mine, one hand supporting me as he moves us back on the bed. He’s still inside of me, throbbing against my walls, and my clit pulses and aches, demanding friction.

Palms pressed on his strong shoulders, I start to move, slowly at first, small, grinding strokes, that only add fuel to the growing fire building between us.

He tilts his head up, catching my breast in his mouth, nipping and licking, sending pulses of electricity to my core.

Each touch is spiked with lust and love, a mixture that creates an inferno of heat that builds within me, blazing across my skin.

Desperation fills me, and I move faster, demanding more. He’s both tender and demanding, pushing me over the edge.

“Carter,” I cry out, my head tilting back, eyes clenching shut, allowing his touch to drive my demons back to the darkest pit of myself where they belong.

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