Page 66 of Debts and Desires
“Carter?”
“What, Emogen?” He finally looked at me, tossing a tool on the table beside him. His cheeks were bright red and I couldn’t help the grin that grew on my mouth.
“Carter Black! Are you embarrassed?” I teased. His jaw clenched as he looked away. Picking up a different tool, he turning back to the vehicle. “Oh my God, you are!” I all but squealed. “Tell me!”
“No,” he ground out.
“Cart—”
“Fuckin’ drop it!” he snapped. The smile was wiped from my face. At first I wanted to be mad, but I was the one that pushed him and I felt terrible. A barely audible sorry came from him as he sighed again.
After a moment, I got up from the tire stack I was sitting on and walked to him, hugging him from behind. He continued to work, as if I wasn’t there, his muscles shifting underneath me as he moved.
“I’m sorry,” I said softly. “I wasn’t trying to upset you.” He stilled. “I just… I want to know everything about you.” I swallowed, my cheeks heating. “I really like you, Carter. I like being with you. I like how you make me feel.” I should’ve stopped there, but my mouth kept moving. “You make me feel safe and… and special.Wanted.You know what it’s like to have no one but yourself. And yeah, I had Mia for a little, but really, I’ve been so alone for so long…” My voice broke and I tried to blink back tears, but they fell anyway. “I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad at me. It’s nice to be able to talk to someone who understands me, even if you don’t like me.” Carter shifted, setting his tools down. I kept my arms around him as he moved to face me, but I didn’t dare look up. I couldn’t. But he wasn’t having it.
He lifted my chin with his finger, forcing me to meet his gaze. His eyes were soft, though he was still tense. He was so close, I could see the flecks of gold in his whiskey-colored eyes. He licked his lips, staring down at me with an intensity that made me weak at the knees. I could feel the heat from his body radiating off him like a furnace. It was like every nerve ending in my body was lit on fire.
“Why would you think I don’t like you, Buttercup?” His voice was so tender.
“I don’t know. I know we have our agreement, but I… You’re,” I paused. “I had to pay you two days to be nice to me.”
“You’re somethin’ else,” he said after a moment of silence. “You know that?” I shook my head.
“What do you?—”
My heart stopped beating as Carter’s lips crashed on mine.
The kiss was soft and sweet. Gentle, yet intense. My eyes fluttered shut as I kissed him back, pulling him closer to me. He deepened the kiss, and I melted against him, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. He growled into my lips, his hands tangling in my hair, as if he were staking a claim on me. I was intoxicated by him, needing more. His hand snaked around the back of my neck, tugging me against him roughly, as if he, too, couldn’t get enough. For a first kiss, it was pretty earth-shattering. He pulled away, pecking at my lips once, twice, three times. Then he moved to all around my mouth, my cheeks, my forehead.
“You’re teasing me,” I giggled.
“Am I?” He kissed my lips once more.
Then, Carter turned and moved us, pressing my back up against the side of the car he’d been working on. He ground his hips into mine. I moaned, feeling his arousal, as his tongue flicked along my bottom lip. He growled softly and bit down on my lower lip, sucking it between his teeth before releasing it. He smirked, the cocky bastard. I was dizzy with the want for him to take me right there.
I slid my hand beneath his shirt, my fingers tracing the contours of his abs. He shivered at my touch and groaned softly as my fingertips teased his skin. Carter took his shirt off, tossing it somewhere behind him. I slid my hands down his torso until they reached the waistband of his jeans under his tied jumpsuit.
I undid the arms wrapped around him, then his belt slowly, savoring the look in his eyes as he watched me. I unzipped his fly and shoved his jeans down his hips, freeing his hard cock. I wrapped my fingers around it, stroking slowly while I leaned forward and ran my tongue across the head, tasting him. Carter hissed through clenched teeth, his hands fisting in my hair.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his grip tightening.
I moaned around his cock, looking up at him as I took him deeper. His gaze burned into me, his whiskey eyes hazy with lust. He was watching me closely, his expression almost pained.
“Just like that, baby,” he groaned. I decided to tease him likehe had done to me. I pulled back and licked my lips, giving him a wicked grin.
“Like this?” I asked innocently. I swirled my tongue around the tip again, making him groan. “Or like this?” I took him back in my mouth, bobbing my head faster. I was rewarded with another curse.
“Damn it, Em!” His hips bucked as I took his cock as deep as I could, nearly gagging on it. He cursed and swore, his body tensing as he drew near climax. I pulled back again, releasing him from my mouth with a pop. I laughed softly and wiped the saliva from my chin as I stood.
“What’s wrong? Am I not doing it right?” I asked coyly, batting my eyelashes at him. His nostrils flared with each breath he took. He glared at me, his face flushed with anger. He gripped my wrists tightly in his hands and pushed me back against the car. He kissed me savagely, his tongue dominating mine.
“You know what you’re doin’,” he said angrily when he broke the kiss.
“Whatever do you mean?” I grinned at him, running my hands over his stomach, dragging my nails down his skin. He growled and grabbed my ass, picking me up easily. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me over to the hood of the car, slamming it down before he sat me on top of it. He tugged my shorts down, revealing my lace underwear. Carter eyed them hungrily before grabbing me and pulling me forward to the edge of the hood. He leaned between my legs and tugged my underwear aside. Then his tongue met my slit. I cried out in surprise as he licked a few times, then sucked. His tongue swirled against my clit.
“So wet,” he murmured when he pulled away, his eyes flashing up to mine. Then he gave one slow, deliberate lick from my entrance to my clit, not once blinking.
“Oh God,” I whimpered. “Please… please fuck me…” He pulled away entirely, smirking. “Wait!”
