Page 12 of The Alpha's Arrangement
“Do you want the brown one to come?” His question has a hint of suspicion.
“Well, not really. Not like I like the black wolf coming around, but still, if he’s nice, I don’t mind him hanging out with me.”
A low growl comes from Carter.
“Did you just growl at me?”
He says nothing as he goes back to his pile of bacon and sausage. The man can seriously pack on the meat. His body doesn’t show an ounce of it, and the more he doesn’t wear a shirt, the more I don’t want him to wear one. Like, ever.
I drop the growling questions and the conversation.
“WHERE ARE YOU OFF TO?” Carter asks, coming down the stairs.
My mouth waters at the sight of his sculpted body. It’s something I’ve only read about in books. Which reminds me, I need to find the box for those and unpack them in my office.
“I’m running to the realtor’s office to see what’s going on.” I’ve left messages over the past four days and I’m over it. There is a possibility the man went on vacation or something for the week, but not even his secretary is answering the phone when I was able to get right through before. Something is up, and I need to figure it out.
He stalks my way, lust burning deeply in his eyes. When he reaches me, he encases me in his arms and attacks my lips.
He tastes so good and kisses even better that I fully give in to the feeling.
My core clenches and gives a slight spasm. Carter growls like he felt that movement, clutching me tighter and pressing my breasts tightly to his hard chest. It’s my turn to groan as he takes the kiss deeper, tilting my head.
Carter begins to move us as a haze of desire washes over me, taking me to a level I haven’t ever been on. One where the want is so deep that it scorches my insides and the throbbing ensues.
In the haze of need and desire, the realtor and this arrangement is forgotten. All that remains is Carter and our connection.
I’m tipped over and laid on the soft couch, Carter’s hard body coming down on top of me and pressing me into the cushions. He roams his hands over my body as he settles his hips between my legs, his hard length resting against my core through his jeans. Tingles and then pulses course through my core and into my lower body.
I reach inside Carter’s shirt, skating my hands over his hard, muscular back. Up and down, my nails score him. This does something to him, like igniting a switch. His hips start to move, his cock hitting my clit. The pressure becomes too much, and I have to rip my lips away from his to cry out.
The orgasm is right there, on the cusp, and I reach for it. Beg for it. I want it with everything inside of me. Having Carter here these past few days has been a test of will, and since grabbing my vibrator hasn’t been an option, I need this. I need to be unwound.
“Carter,” I moan, beginning to move my hips in time with his. He moves his lips down my neck, scoring his teeth against the sensitive place between my neck and shoulder. He stops moving his hips, though, so as good as it feels, I can’t get over.
“What do you want, Izzy? I’ll tell you exactly what I want.”
“Please.” The word is breathy. Turned on isn’t in my vocabulary at the moment. More like on fire.
He brings his lips to my ear. “I’m going to eat your pussy until you scream.”
“Oh, God.”
He smirks. “Not God. Carter.”
Carter tears my pants and underwear from my throbbing body, not one bit sweet or slow. He dives between my thighs, licking me from bottom all the way to top, stopping at my clit as it thumps, demanding attention.
Carter nips my clit hard as he sticks two fingers inside of me, filling me and setting off my orgasm. My hips buck up, back arches, and chin lifts as I yell out my release. However, he doesn’t stop. Each touch of his tongue is like a thrashing, as if he can’t get enough of me and I surely haven’t gotten enough of him.
Out of breath, I look into his navy eyes and watch them smolder. Something about seeing him between my legs with that expression sends another bolt of lust through me, dampening my pussy further.
“Shirt off, Izzy.”
With shaky arms, I do just that while he strips out of his clothes. My core clenches at the sight of him, and a low moan comes from my lips.
He removes his shirt and his body is perfection personified. Sculpted abs look like he works out rigorously, and the V that dips down into his jeans is so fierce I just know that what’s under those pants is something that will wreck me. Sure enough when the pants come down, he’s hard and ready.
I know I shouldn’t have sex with him, but damn, my body craves him like a drug. Never have I wanted a man this badly before. Like, if I don’t have him in the next few minutes, I’ll combust.
