Page 43 of 40 and (So Over) Fixing It
Okay.
Her fingers shook as she brought them to the buttons of her green-plaid flannel shirt. Carter eyed her like he wanted to consume her, stalking forward as he watched the gap in the fabric open little by little by little. Finally the flannel shirt came off, leaving behind a white tank underneath, the black lace of her bra showing clearly beneath the stretched fabric. She grasped the hem and pulled. The tee slid up her stomach, revealing creamy skin, over her breasts, and as Carter moved closer, she abandoned it to finger the front clasp of her bra, undo it. Cool air brushed bare skin. Her nipples tightened instinctively, whether from the temperature or Carter’s hungry gaze on them, she wasn’t sure.
“Erin.”
The hoarse note in his voice sent shivers down her spine. “Yes?”
“The pants.”
Feeling the need to balance the power playing out between them, she toyed with the button of her cargo pants. “What about the pants?”
Carter stopped inches away. “Undo them. Give me access.”
Her fingers fumbled as she undid the button, slid down the zipper. Carter’s gaze followed her movements even as his fingers were busy pulling off his sweatshirt, loosening the drawstring of his jogging pants, pushing the fabric lower on his hips until she could see the dark hair at his groin. His erection was firm, standing straight out as if it was a divining rod pointing directly at her. Leaving her zipper open, she eased the fabric over his cock and bared him to the cold air just as she was bare. Carter shivered, but that could’ve been a reaction to her fingers tracing the underside of his cock—the smooth skin, the thick vein, the ridge below the mushroom head that stood out in his excitement.
“I want you, Carter.”
He kissed her then, his mouth hungry, his hand covering hers to tighten around him. She felt him thump in her grip, felt her heartbeat zoom out of control as his chest began heaving against hers.
He broke away. “I don’t think this is gonna take long, Erin,” he growled. The chuckle that followed was strained, deep.
She licked her lips. “Me either.”
Carter dropped his gaze, raised his hands to cup her breasts. She gasped, his touch sending an electric shock from her breasts to her core. The focus of her world narrowed to his hands, his fingers, and she didn’t realize he was guiding her backward until the table nudged her backside.
Carter pinched lightly at her nipples. “Turn around.”
Her head fell back, her fingers digging into his T-shirt-covered biceps and refusing to let go. “Can’t,” she groaned. “Don’t want to.”
His mouth on her nipple convinced her she’d made the right decision. The suction weakened her knees, but Carter kept her upright, close, unable to escape the sweet sensation of his lips on her breast. His cock against her stomach. Instead he forced her to endure the delicious torture until she was squirming constantly, desperate for more.
“Carter!”
As he released her, his teeth slid along her skin. Erin grunted out her pleasure.
He chuckled. “I’d really like to take all night with you, and one day soon I will, but I don’t think we have that long right now. I’m not risking an interruption just to draw it out.”
She gave him a smile. “In that case…”
He nipped her neglected nipple gently, then turned her in his arms to face the table. A firm hand between her shoulder blades bent her over. Planting her elbows on the plywood, she wiggled her hips against the shaft branding her with his heat. “About those pants—”
“I gotcha; don’t worry.” Her pants eased down, panties going with them. When they were safely midthigh, Carter cupped her ass just as he had her breasts.
“Christ.”
Less admiring, more action.
“Carter—”
As if he heard the desperation in her voice, he moved closer. His warmth soaked into her chilled skin, but it was the heat of his cock as he angled it down between her legs that had her breath speeding up.
Carter hissed.
“What is it?”
His fingers dug into her hips before easing up. “I don’t have any condoms. I left my wallet at the house.”
Damn it. She tried to force away the heat clouding her mind, force herself to think clearly, carefully. “It’s okay.”
