Page 72 of Fall to Me
Swallowing the knot in my throat, I fist her hair at the base of her skull and tug. Not too hard . . . just enough to give her what she needs and force her head back. Her eyes light up. Because it’sme. My lips trace across her neck, kissing the red marks. Lifting my head, I gaze into her eyes, wondering if this is okay.
“I love you, Carter, and I trust you.”
A gasp escapes my lips, and my heart squeezes.
“Say it again.”
“I love you,” she whispers against my lips. “And I trust you.”
After everything she’s been through, she trusts that I’d never hurt her, and I know that’s something not to be taken lightly. I lift her up and carry her up the stairs to our room, kissing her the entire way. She releases a pained grunt as the taste of copper hits my tongue. I pull my head back to break our kiss, but shegrabs my hair—keeping me in place—and kisses me harder as she grinds her bare pussy against me.
I can’t take another minute without being buried inside her. Spinning us around, I pin her back against the wall and pick at the fabric of my jersey. “This needs to go. Now.”
She crosses her arms and lifts the jersey over her head, tossing it to the ground. Holding her up with one arm under her ass, I undo my pants, pushing them down. I swallow her moans and rub my dick along her pussy, teasing her clit with my piercing.
“Mmm. Goddamn, you’re soaked for me.”
I sink into her in one smooth motion.
Fuck.
I thrust again, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. She feels so fucking incredible; I can’t get enough. Her pussy tightens around my cock and holy fuck.
“Wrap your hand around my throat,” she begs.
My hand glides up her body before my fingers wrap around her neck.
“More. I need you to give me more.”
I watch her face as my grip around her throat tightens. Her eyes close.
“Eyes on me, baby. I need to see you.”
They pop back open and, fuck, the way she’s looking at me . . . makes me thrust into her harder.
“That’s it, Carter. Don’t be gentle with me. I need you rough right now.”
As she pulses around me, I growl, “Attagirl. Fuck. I love the way your pussy milks my cock.”
“Oh, my god!” she cries out, and as an orgasm rips through her, mine follows close behind. We stand there for a few minutes; my forehead pressed to hers as we try to catch our breaths.
“Carter,” she says as she comes down.
“Yes, baby?” I lift my head and stare at her, smiling when I see her sated smile.
“We really need to use condoms until I get on birth control.”
I nearly drop her I’m so surprised by her words. “Shit. I’m sorry. I— I didn’t think.”
The thought of her getting pregnant didn’t even cross my mind. How fucking reckless of me. I wouldn’t mind having a baby with her down the road, but right now?
“No. I’m sorry. I meant to say something, but we got so caught up, I didn’t even think until after the fact. I have an appointment in a few weeks, but we really need to be careful,” she says as I pull out of her and plant her feet on the ground. “I’ll go buy another morning after pill tomorrow, the one I was going to take this evening was ruined.”
Pulling up my pants, I nod in response, not knowing what to say to that. Visions of her pregnant belly and her holding our baby in her arms dance in my head. Something primal overtakes me. For some reason, even though I know it’s completely irrational with everything going on right now, the thought of having a child with her makes my heart fucking stutter.
Bending at the waist, she picks up the jersey and slips it back over her head, then saunters into our bathroom, the door clicking softly behind her. I flop down on our bed, entirely spent, listening to the sound of water running. If she thinks cleaning herself up will prevent pregnancy, she has another thing coming. Why do I want to go in there and stop her on the off chance that it might?
Goddammit. She was just attacked, and we have no idea where this guy is . . . bringing a baby into this would be fucking stupid, so I don’t understand why I’m even entertaining the idea.
