Page 69 of 40 and (So Over) Fixing It
The word was growled against her lips just before he took her kiss. She had to admit, she was feeling just as needy, just as hungry for him as he seemed to be for her. It had been so long since she’d felt his touch. His kiss was hard, opening her mouth, seeking her tongue, delving deep to mimic things she knew would come later. Her body softened against him, female to male, molding to the hard planes of his body as naturally as breathing.
The perfect fit. That’s what the two of them were together—the perfect fit.
Carter drew back, his breathing harsh in the quiet of the room. “I need you, Erin.”
She smiled. “Me too.”
“Good.” Taking her shoulders, he turned her around. Impatient fingers went to the zipper of her dress.
“We should probably talk.”
“We most definitely should,” Carter agreed. Cool air traced her skin as the zipper lowered. “In a few minutes.”
She couldn’t help laughing. “All I get is a few minutes?”
Carter slipped her dress over her shoulders, his chest warming her back as the material caught at her breasts. His mouth found the join of her neck and shoulder, nestling into that notch that sent shivers down her spine. “That’s as long as I’ll be able to wait.” He raised his hands to trace the lace covering her cleavage. “No red this time?”
She arched her back, pushing for more of his touch. Her nipples tightened behind the layers of material separating her from him, including the creamy lace cupping her. “Not for the lace, at least.”
Red silk slid down her body, a soft whisper against her skin. Carter covered her breasts with his warm hands. She couldn’t hold back a moan.
“I’ve missed you so much.” He traced her rigid tips. “Missed this.”
God, she had too. “Carter…”
The next thing she knew, the world upended—Carter picking her up in his arms. Seconds later she was laid out on his bed.
“Holy shit, Erin.”
She preened a bit, arching her body to tease him. Gaze fixated on her breasts, Carter looked as if he was about to devour her.
She certainly hoped he was.
Raising one leg, she planted the tip of the high heel Emma had bought for her on his chest. “Off.” His shirt, her shoes—didn’t matter as long as something came off.
“Oh no.” Carter took the heel in his hand, shaking his head. “These are staying on.”
“Then get naked for me.”
She was pretty sure a few buttons popped off his shirt as he tore it open. He didn’t even bother dropping his slacks—a quick unbutton and the sound of his zipper lowering and then he stepped close to the bed. Fingers found her clit through the lace of her panties. “Erin—”
She closed her eyes as pleasure zinged through her. “Yes.”
Carter groaned. “Need you ready.”
She planted her heels on the bed, opening herself to him. “Feel how ready I am.”
He slid his fingers down, finding her wet. Definitely ready. He muttered a curse.
Her chuckle was strained. “Please.”
Carter didn’t strip her. He simply tugged her panties aside and lined himself up. The touch of his most intimate skin to hers had her slitting her eyes open. He towered above her, it seemed, his broad shoulders filling her field of vision as he leaned over her to plant his fists on the mattress. “Are you sure?”
She tilted her pelvis, sliding herself along his rigid shaft. “I’m sure.”
Angling his hips, Carter notched his cock at her opening and began a slow push inside. “God almighty.”
All she could do was moan. He set up an easy rhythm inside her that quickly picked up speed, driving both of them straight to the edge. She pushed up to meet him, allowing him deeper, his fingers finding her clit and forcing her up, up, up to the peak far quicker than she had guessed she could manage.
