Page 49 of 40 and (So Over) Fixing It
They entered the bedroom. Carter glanced around, grateful to see JD or Lily had provided plenty of bedding for them. He locked the door behind them, then crossed to the bathroom door, made sure the night-light was on, closed that door as well, and flipped the lock.
“Thad?” Erin asked softly with a nod toward the bathroom.
“Yeah.” He set his water on the dresser and stalked toward her, shedding his sweater along the way. Let it drop to the floor behind him. “We’ll have to be quiet.”
Erin likewise set her half-empty beer on the bedside table and began to take the pins out of the loose bun she’d had her hair in beneath her hat. “Quiet might be a problem,” she teased, eyes glinting in the sparse light from the bathroom and the one outside, overlooking the drive, that filtered through the blinds.
His shirt came off next. “It will be if I have anything to do with it.”
Erin’s hands lifted to meet his chest as he stepped close. “I can tell you’re a runner.” Her gaze devoured him. When she traced a couple of small bruises on his belly, one brow lifted.
“Injections,” he told her. Insulin pens didn’t usually leave marks, but occasionally he’d get a little circular bruise.
“Hmm.” Fingers sifted through the sparse hair on his pecs, circled his nipples, drawing a sharp gasp from his lips. “Such beautiful muscles.”
He clenched his hands on her hips and threw his head back, reveling in the slow burn of pleasure her touch ignited. “I’d rather see your muscles than mine.”
She flicked a nail over one hardened tip. “Would you now?”
“I would.” He reached for the hem of the red sweater that complemented her coloring so well, and drew it up, up, up, leaving her silky skin bare in the lightest of peach lace. The fabric cleared her head, and a growl escaped him.
Scratching her nails down his abs, Erin chuckled. “I bet I know something you’d like even more.”
When she began to sink to her knees, his breath stopped. “Erin?”
The fact that his voice had dropped to no more than a rasp widened her smile. “Carter?”
He tore the button of his slacks open. Erin’s laugh went deep, husky. And then there was no more laughing as she eased the sides of his pants open and peeled them down his thighs. His boxer briefs joined them. Erin’s breath hit the head of his shaft, and Carter’s knees gave out.
“Just a sec.” The theme of tonight was taking their time, so he settled on the side of the bed, kicked the rest of his clothes off, then pulled Erin between his thighs. Staring down at her was like looking at a fallen angel—her thick brown hair floated in a cloud around her head, giving her a just-had-sex look. The curves of her breasts looked naked in the darkness, the lace blending in with the creaminess of her skin, the hard points of her pink nipples threatening to break through. And the look in her eyes…
That look alone would get her cast out of heaven. Sensual. Hungry. Desire darkened her expression, emphasized her full lips and the flush on her cheeks. He reached for her, threading his fingers in that beautiful hair. “Is this okay?”
Erin nodded, the slight tug tightening her expression, the hunger in her eyes burning brighter. “Yes.” She licked her lips. “And this?” One fingernail traced up the back of his erection.
The thick length jerked. “God yes.”
“Good.”
She leaned in, her breath hitting his sensitive skin just before her tongue did. Carter moaned.
“Shhh.”
The vibration of her warning against his cock had him arching, pushing his length closer to her mouth. “Erin…”
She licked the mushroom head.
“Erin…” This time his moan was even more tortured. Tightening his hands in her hair, he drew her forward until her open mouth sucked him in. He bit down on a shout.
The suction…God. Her mouth was magic, drawing on him as if he were her favorite meal. Taking him in, pulling back. The slide along his skin sent tingles through his sac, a warning that he wouldn’t last long if she kept at him. He could handle that—he planned to play with her a long time, and getting off now meant more stamina later. Still, he wanted this to last, wanted to imprint on his mind the memory of her tongue stroking the veins of his cock, her wet heat surrounding him, making him think of a similar heat soon to come. She breathed through her nose, the puffs of air cooling his skin each time she retreated, her mouth heating him back up almost immediately. The dichotomy was driving him crazy, and he felt his fingers clench, felt his desperation rise the longer she sucked him.
“Erin…” His breath was nothing but pants, but he managed to get out her name—a warning. Those mysterious green eyes looked up at him, pleasure seeming to light them from the inside. God, so beautiful. “I’m gonna come.”
She smiled around his cock, and a warning shot of precum left him. Erin licked at it, then backed off, let her hands take over to jack him to the end. Not nearly as good as her mouth, but he wouldn’t force her to take his full—
“Shit!” The harsh whisper left him just as he shot come onto Erin’s skin. Just the sight, that creamy expanse, the peach lace now coated in white, set him off again, then again. Erin worked him until shudders signaled the end, but he couldn’t take his eyes off her wearing the evidence of his orgasm and how beautiful it was.
And then she kissed the tip of his cock.
