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“What?”
“It’s okay. I’m on birth control.” Her periods had started going haywire about a year ago. Rather than spend more time bleeding than not, her gynecologist had suggested the pill. Since she hadn’t needed birth control with Stephen gone, the doctor had figured she had a couple of safe years before they’d need to explore alternatives.
“Erin, are you sure? That’s a big step.”
“I’m clean,” she said over her shoulder. “But it’s up to you.”
He bent over her back, his forehead coming to rest on her shoulder. Strong arms circled under her, holding her close. “I’m clean too, but I want you to be absolutely certain.”
“I’m certain,” she told him. “I want you.”
He nodded against her, and then, with a sigh of acceptance, he raised up, his hands moving to torture her nipples once more while he lined himself up with her exposed core. The sound that left him this time was more a moan of ecstasy.
Widening her stance, Erin let him in, desperate for him to hurry. Her arousal rose, driving toward the peak with no more than his fingers on her sensitive tips, but she wanted more, and finally she got it when Carter carefully pushed his way inside. She knew wet warmth greeted him because the glide was easy, smooth, pain-free. He stretched her wide, bottoming out deep inside her where she felt the kick of his cock as she squeezed down on his intrusion.
Carter groaned. Erin panted.
“Please,” she begged.
Apparently he didn’t want to wait either, because he eased back and thrust inside, then retreated, all the way out until only that wide head remained, then all the way back in until she thought she wouldn’t be able to breathe, he filled her so full. Again. Then again. The rhythm picked up, and with no more than a quick tingle of warning, Erin felt her climax explode, taking her breath, taking her voice. Wiping everything outside this moment completely away.
A whine escaped as Carter continued thrusting through her spasms, seeking his own satisfaction. When one hand lowered and a calloused finger circled her clit, she went up on her toes, only to be held down by Carter’s weight, his body. All she could do was accept the pleasure as it started all over again. The thrusts came faster, the circling sped up, and before she knew it, she was there, right at the peak, holding her breath as she hung at the precipice before Carter pushed harder than ever inside her, deep, deep, and the jerking of his release set hers off once more.
ChapterEighteen
Carter’s mind was completely blown. He’d had plenty of sex—fast sex, slow sex, so-so sex. This was, by any definition of the word, a quickie.
And yet it had been some of the best sex of his life.
Erin felt so right in his arms, like she fit him perfectly. As they both caught their breath, he held her hard against him. She lay flat out on the plywood, T-shirt rucked up above her breasts, head turned to the side to rest her cheek on the table, eyes closed, belly and breastbone moving rapidly beneath his hands to fill her lungs after the exertion. No attempt to get up, get away, get her clothes straightened out. She simply rested there, letting him put his weight on her, letting him enjoy the feel of her warmth around his softening cock. Her wet warmth.
Maybe it had been stupid to trust her, but he had. He’d looked into her eyes and seen truth there. Getting inside her, bare, feeling her arousal coating him with slick heat… God, there’d been nothing like it. And he definitely wanted it again. Wanted her again.
Before the thought could have him hardening inside her, he straightened, slid back, regret slamming him as his cock fell away from her body. Not for what they’d done, but for having to leave her.
He pulled Erin up from the table, cuddled her back against his front. Covered her breasts with his hands, offering her his heat. “Wow.”
Erin chuckled against him. “I’d say.”
“I want a lot more than a few minutes, Erin,” he whispered in her ear.
She tilted her head, allowing him to nuzzle the soft skin of her neck. “I do too.”
Pulling her hard against him, he dared to ask, “Tonight?”
When she pulled away, his heart tripped in his chest, but she only turned to face him, to bring her mouth up to his for a kiss. “Okay.”
The sound of branches cracking outside had them both scrambling to straighten their clothes before whoever was out there interrupted, although Carter was pretty sure he knew exactly who it was. When Thad poked his head through the shed door, he found them both appropriately dressed. “Dad! Erin!”
“Hey, buddy.”
“Hey!” He moved inside, his busy hands touching everything he came into reaching distance of. Except the saws; Carter noticed he stayed well away, per Erin’s explicit instructions. “Uncle JD said you went to get Erin ’cause her truck isn’t fixed. When will it be fixed, Erin? Did you know Uncle Linc is here? He came for the festival and we’re making a fire tomorrow night in the fire pit to roast marshmallows and have s’mores. And Miss Claire is bringing special sugar-free marshmallows. Will you come? You could come to the festival with us tonight? Can you do that? Do you like s’mores?”
Carter laughed as he grabbed his son around the shoulders and hauled him in for a hug. “Take a breath, son. Erin can’t answer you if you don’t give her a chance to get a word in.”
Thad grinned up at him, that slightly crooked smile that reminded Carter of his own smile in school pictures at that age. “Sorry.” He peeked up at Erin from beneath his blond curls. “So will you go?”
Erin reached out to ruffle Thad’s head. “I’ll go.” She took a deep breath. “But right now it is still a workday and I do have to actually work, so let me get to it, okay? The sooner I start, the sooner I can finish.”
