Page 122 of Debts and Desires
Carter continued to drive into me, slamming me against the side of the truck over and over again, rocking it behind me. His fingers dug deeper into my thighs, no doubt leaving marks. Ireturned the favor, my nails digging into his back through his T-shirt.
The sun beat down on us, making the air thick and hot. We were both breathing hard, sweat glistening on our skin. It was like we were in our own little bubble, fucking in broad daylight with the world watching, neither one caring.
I couldn’t think straight, couldn’t breathe. I just focused on Carter and the way he made me feel. On his deep, throaty moans, his choking gasps for air. On the way his stubble scratched my skin, his teeth biting into my neck and collarbone. My body shook with each thrust, feeling myself getting closer and closer to release.
“God, yes!” I cried out. “Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”
“That’s it, baby,” he panted. “Sing for me.”
And that did it.
I threw my head back, screaming his name as I came undone. But as always, he wasn’t done with me. He would never be done with me. Carter fucked me through my orgasm, his pace quick and punishing.
I was boneless and barely able to hold on to him, but he still didn’t relent. His eyes burned into mine as he used me up. I was completely at his mercy, unable to move, unable to do anything but take his cock over and over again. He made me come two more times.
I felt alive.
Completely free from worry or fear.
I lost myself in him.
He had his face buried in my neck again, licking and nipping as I shuddered beneath him. His movements became erratic, and I pulled away, wanting to watch as he came apart. His groans were low as he came, spilling into me. It was primal, animalistic. I watched him come, mesmerized by his every move. His every sound. He was breathtakingly beautiful.
Carter stayed there for several minutes, still holding me against the truck. I felt his breath on my skin as we came down from the high, waiting for the world to start spinning again. Icould see the sky above us, clear and blue. It was quiet except for the sound of birds singing in the trees. The heat from his body making me sweat. The sun beat down on us, making me drowsy. He leaned in and kissed me passionately.
“You always know how to make me feel better, you know that?” he murmured, his lips trailing down my neck. I don’t think he meant to say it, but I smiled anyway, feeling content. Being with him felt so natural.
When we finally separated, he put me down and kissed me softly, a hint of that feral need still lingering. My legs were a little weak, but I held on to him. His eyes danced over mine, his face now soft, almost regretful.
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he asked, fear painted over his expression. I smiled at him, cupping his face in my hands as I pulled him in for one more all-consuming kiss.
When I let him go, he pressed his forehead against mine, staring. We probably would’ve stayed like that had Mac not barked, letting us know it was time for his lunch. We pulled away, Carter letting me walk in front of him.
The coolness of the house was phenomenal. My eyes shifted to the half made sandwiches still on the counter. Memories of everything that had happened flooded back, and with the cooling of my body, I shivered. I heard the door behind me close, Carter’s familiar warmth surrounding me again.
“I can help you pack,” he said.
“Pack?” I asked, turning to face him. Oh, God, I was going to sob.
“Because I lost control again. Almost… hit you. And then outside just now…” he looked away, his cheeks blaring red. Relief washed over me, now replaced with a need to comfort him.
“Carter, look at me,” I demanded. “What happened outside isexactlywhat both of us needed. Don’t take that from me.” He swallowed. “And yes, I’m a little upset about what happened at the church. Not for losing control, but because you’re probablygoing to get in trouble for it. And if they take you away from me, I might slap you silly. But I’m not packing and leaving.”
“You still wanna stay with me?”
“Yes, Carter. I’m not going anywhere. I love you. And it’s going to take a helluva lot more for me to go.” His eyes widened, shock over his face. “What?” I asked.
“You really do love me?”
Oh, shit.
I hadn’t even realized I said it. But I was glad. The burden of keeping it a secret flowed off of me.
“Yes, Carter. I really do,” I confessed, though my voice was shaky. “I love you, Carter.” He seemed frozen, almost terrified. Did he not feel the same?
His lips crashed on mine, a much different passion than what we had outside, but still just as intense. He pulled away, leaving me breathless.
“I love you, too, Emogen.”
