Page 34 of Fall to Me
“Kitten, her leather strap broke!” He laughs as we watch Jo yell for Toby. “There’s no way you could take a direct hit from an F5 tornado and live to tell the tale. The debris alone would kill you. It’s not possible.”
“I mean it’s possible. Not probable, but possible. Plus, miracles do happen.” I shrug one shoulder.
Like the fact that I feel more comfortable here with him than I’ve ever felt with anyone in my life, or that I’m cuddled up against him with his arm wrapped around me.
We’ve become closer over the past few weeks. The night he literally walked through glass for me, something between us shifted. He held me after dinner and turned on a movie, and since then, that’s how we’ve spent a lot of our evenings.
His fingers trace patterns on my bare arm. It feels good, like beside him is exactly where I’m meant to be.
“Have you seen one before?” he asks.
I tilt my head back, looking into his icy blue eyes. Damn, he’s gorgeous. There are only a couple of inches between our lips; all I’d need to do is shift just a bit to close the distance between us.
What did he say?
“Huh?”
My eyes flit back up to his. He raises a brow, and his left dimple pops as the side of his mouth lifts into a smirk.
Screw it.
I press my lips against his, but he’s so much taller than me I can barely reach him. Shifting, I move from my place on the couch and straddle his lap. His eyes heat and tangle with mine. The playfulness in his expression disappears as his Adam’s apple bobs up and down on a thick swallow. I’ve never thought an Adam’s apple was hot, nor have I ever wanted to lick one until this very moment. Grinding down on him, I lean in and do exactly that. His length begins to swell and press against me through our clothes as I trail my lips all the way up to his ear lobe, kissing and sucking along the way.
“What are you doing, baby?”
“I want you,” I whisper.
Other than his dick giving a quick twitch in his pants, he doesn’t make a move. I tease his lips with mine, trying to coax his tongue to come out and play, but he doesn’t give in. He grips my hips, pressing me further down onto him. I don’t know if it’s to encourage more friction or prevent me from moving.
I suck his bottom lip into my mouth, then give it a nip with my teeth. He growls, and before I know what’s happening, he flips us over and takes control. Threading our fingers together, he pins my right hand above my head. It’s restraining, but it’s erotic, and instead of freaking out, I release a moan into his mouth.
As he grinds into me, his tongue lightly caresses mine. Fuck, I’m dripping wet for him. There are too many clothes between us. His hard length presses against my clit, relieving some of the ache; it’s only for a split second, then he’s pulling back again. I need more. God, I need more. He rolls his hips again and again . . . teasing me . . . It’s a little taste to show me exactly how good he would fuck me. My fingers weave through his hair, and I pull his head back to look at me.
“Please,” I whimper.
His lips trace the column of my neck. “Admit you’re mine, River,” he growls in my ear. “Admit it, and I’ll give you the whole goddamn world if you want it.”
He drapes my leg over his arm and grinds his cock against my clit again and again, bringing me to the precipice, then just before I’m thrown over the edge, he stops and pulls back. I lock my other leg around his hips, trying to bring him back to me, but he doesn’t budge.
“Say it. Say it and fucking mean it.”
Lying there, I stare into his eyes, thinking about what he’s telling, no,beggingme to do, and I just . . . can’t. Not yet. He must see the answer in my expression because the air around us changes as he moves off me and adjusts his pants. Then he grabsmy hand and helps me sit up before sitting back down where he was.
“Let’s finish the movie, yeah?”
I should try to save myself from the embarrassment and go to bed, but we just started the movie, and that would make things even more awkward than they already are. Instead, I nod my head. Without saying another word, he pulls me back to his side exactly as we were, with my head on his shoulder and his arm wrapped around me, then he rewinds the movie back to where we left off.
Carter chuckles under his breath.
“What?” I ask.
He presses pause and says, “I was asking you a question before you?—”
“Ask away.” I cut him off before he can make this anymore awkward for me.
Carter shifts us again, this time lying back on the couch, and pulling me onto his chest. “I asked if you’ve ever seen a tornado.”
I look up at him. “Yeah, there was this one time during senior year of high school, Aspen and I had gone to this lookout. It’s breathtaking up there. You should see it sometime. Anyway, we’d been there probably thirty minutes when Mom called, freaking out about a tornado that was heading straight for us. We turned around to go back to Aspen’s car. She’d parked about a quarter mile down the road at the bottom of the hill. When we made it to the clearing, there it was, heading straight for us. We ran so fast down that hill that we were tripping over our own feet. On the way down, Aspen fell and literally peed her pants. Hell, I might have peed mine a little too.”
