Page 14 of The Alpha's Arrangement
My body thumps and my core throbs, waking me from a deep sleep. The room is pitch-black with only a small bit of moonlight coming through the windows. Tempted to put my fingers between my thighs and work out my aches, I refrain, wanting to see if my wolf is back.
I get out of bed and look down through my window, feeling an ache deep in my chest. He didn’t come.
Disappointed, I head down to the kitchen in search of a drink, hoping that maybe, just maybe, my wolf will come. Listen to me, my wolf.
My breath catches at the sight before me upon entering the kitchen. Carter stands with his back to me, hands resting on the kitchen island and head down, reflective as if he’s deep in thought. His back is a sculpted work of art, the planes and rivets so perfect it’s as if a Greek god decided he needed to be exquisite.
He tips his head to the side, a grin on his face. “Hey, Izzy.”
“Hey.” I pull myself out of my thoughts and grab a glass, filling it up from the tap then taking large gulps. None of it cools my raging libido one bit.
His heat hits my back as he moves his strong arm around my waist. Nuzzling my ear, my knees go weak. My neck is so damn sensitive, but with him, it’s ten times more so.
“Can’t sleep?” he asks into my neck.
“Needed a drink.”
He blatantly sniffs my collarbone all the way to my ear. “It better have been me you were dreaming of.” Carter latches on to my earlobe, sucking and pulling. He has to take on more of my weight as I feel my body begin to tremble. “Was it? Were you dreaming of me, Izzy?”
“Yes.” The word is breathless as his assault on my tender flesh continues.
“You know you don’t have to sleep alone.”
I groan, not wanting to, not one little bit.
“I bet I could make you come, just like this.” He sinks his teeth into my flesh, not enough to draw blood, but enough to give me a pinch. My core clenches and a spasm hits my clit.
“I think you could,” I respond, gripping the kitchen counter.
His nips get harder. “I know I can.”
Arousal flushes me. I’m in dire need of a release.
“Come to bed with me,” I whisper, turning in his arms and latching my lips to his.
He picks me up by grabbing handfuls of my ass. I wrap my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck. We move, but don’t lose contact of our lips. Each step he takes rubs my pussy against his hard length, heightening everything around us.
My back hits the softness of my bed, and then his weight comes down on top of me.
Carter doesn’t have sex with me, but he does give me three orgasms that rock me to my knees.
CHAPTER EIGHT
WAKING UP IN CARTER’S ARMS IS THE BEST FEELING EVER. I’VE HAD LOVERS BEFORE, BUT NOT one made me feel the way Carter does. None of them. Ever.
After kissing me slowly and making me come again, Carter decides he is taking me out for the day, so here we sit, in his huge truck, looking over a wide-open field full of trees, flowers, and tall grass. It’s breathtaking. The sun hits it just right and casts a beautiful glow emanating through the tall trees to the ground below. It goes on for acres and acres, and the only way I can tell is because we are on a hill, overlooking it all.
When he told me he was taking me to one of his favorite places, I’m not sure what I was thinking, but a huge field out in the middle of nowhere wasn’t on the top of the list. Maybe a diner or where his family lives. Here? Not so much. It’s gorgeous, don’t get me wrong, but for a man’s man like Carter is turning out to be, this didn’t register on my radar. I keep learning new things about this man every time I turn around, and all of it, I like.
“This is beautiful, Carter.”
“My family and I come here often.”
“For picnics or something?” There doesn’t appear to be a flat ground or tables anywhere, but I’m sure they could get creative.
“Something. We do eat here. Run around. Spend time with one another.” It makes me miss my mother back in Jones Bend. I need to call her and get in touch.
“That’s nice.”
