Page 65 of Fall to Me
“Oh, god.”
“That’s it, baby. I wanna watch you come for me. It’s the most intoxicating thing I’ve ever experienced.”
His chest presses against my back—both arms wrapped around me—one hand holding the showerhead and the other tweaking my nipples as he leans over and watches my face. I’m wrung out, my body trembling and legs weak.
“Carter . . .”
“Goddamn, Kitten,” he breathes, grabbing my chin and turning it toward him.
His lips crash to mine, and he holds me up against his chest to keep my legs from buckling until my orgasm subsides. Eyes still closed, I hear the shower turn off, and feel a warm towel wrap around me before my feet are lifted from the ground, and I’m carried bridal style into our room and toward our bed.
“I have to go to work.”
He groans into my shoulder, setting my feet to the floor. “Fine, I’ll go make your coffee.”
I come out of our room dressed and head down to the kitchen. Carter takes a drink of my coffee like he does every day, then caps the lid before setting it down on the counter for me to take on my way out.
“Why do you always do that?”
“Because . . . I want to make sure it’s how you like it before sending you off to work with it.”
“You know, if it weren’t for the fact that your jeans were laying on the floor right next to the laundry basket, you would have me fooled into believing that you’re perfect.” I giggle, kissing him when I pass by.
He mocks horror, holding his hand to his chest. I saunter to the freezer and take out one of the breakfast sandwiches I pre-made for this week, then pop it into the microwave. These little bad boys make sure I eat and still make it to work on time. Carter wraps his arms around me from behind while I remove the sandwich.
“Call in today.”
“Ha!” I laugh, knowing full well he has practice in a few hours and can’t call into to work either.
I turn around in his arms and lock my hands around his neck, playing with the hair on his nape. My heart kicks into overdrive as he stares into my eyes.
“I’m serious. We can toss your pants right on top of mine. They can keep each other company on the floor next to the laundry basket while I fuck your lights out.”
Burying my head in his chest, I snort a laugh. “Carter, whatever your middle name is Graham. What am I gonna do with you?”
“It’s Elmer, and I can think of a lot of things you can do with me.”
I lean back to study his face, my brows pinching together. “Say what?”
“My middle name . . . it’s Elmer.”
My lips roll, pressing tight together.
Carter Elmer Graham. Hold it in, River. Don’t be mean?—
My head falls forward, my face heats, and my shoulders shake until laughter lurches from deep within my chest and explodes out of my mouth. I can’t help it. All I can picture right now is Elmer Fudd.
“You’re really knocking it out of the park here,” I struggle to say as I wipe tears from my eyes.
His head bows, then he peers at me with the saddest eyes. My heart drops.
Oh, no.
“Why are you laughing? It’s a family name, one I’m proud of. It was my grandfather’s name, too. I remember him sitting in his old rocker on his back porch, whittling sticks and telling me old stories about how ‘back in his day,’ and I miss him, you know? That name means something to me, and someday I want to pass it on to my own son.”
“Really?”
“No. I’m fucking with you. Yes, I miss my grandad, but fuck no, my middle name isn’t Elmer . . . neither was his. It’s Ethan.”
