Page 61 of His Deadly Lies

So what is happening?

He leans his forehead against mine. “I can’t do this,” he warns. His voice makes me shiver, the sensation racing down my spine.

Every breath is ripped from somewhere inside him to the point where the syllables grate against my nerves in the most delicious manner.

“Me either,” I reply. Because he’s right. He’s honestly right.

Yet I tighten my legs around him in an attempt to get some friction at my core to help ease the building energy there. No matter what my mouth says, my body sings a completely different song.

Carter slides his hand up and yanks my hair back to expose my neck to him and kisses it. Reluctantly and reverently. Trails fire from his lips even as he drags his scruff against my skin. He pauses at my collarbone, breathing against the area before he nips at me. Soothes the slight ache with a swipe of his tongue.

That damn tantalizing tongue.

He trails it up my neck toward the whorl of my ear, tugging my lobe between his teeth and sucking it.

Fuck.

I want him in my mouth. So many parts of him I’m not able to put the desire into words. I need it. I grab his face in my hands and kiss him with everything I have inside of me, caged between cool metal and hot muscle.

He tastes like danger and forbidden fruit, and I don’t want to think about why he’s allowing me to act this way. I just…want. My fingers dig into his muscles to keep him with me. His body braces me against the wall, and he’s the only thing keeping me from fracturing into a thousand pieces.

The hard ridge of his cock in his pants presses against my core, and I gasp, my nails slicing into his skin, and both of us too far to care.

“Touch me, Carter.” The words are out of me before I even finish forming them in my head.

He snarls, his fingers moving from my hair down to one breast and squeezing there.

“I can’t,” he replies, his tone dark.

Except he does.

He kisses me ruthlessly, shifting his fingers lower yet to the place where my ass curves into my leg and my shorts end. There’s no resistance from me, absolutely none when he slips his fingers inside my shorts and flicks them against my dripping wet slit.

He barely touches me, and I feel every bit of him, every callus and ridge as he drags them across me.

We’re on a collision course, and there’s no stopping us.

“More.” I’m practically begging. “More.”

Goose bumps travel along my skin as he deepens the kiss, circling my entrance with his middle finger. The rough stubble on his chin is an exquisite burn on my face. He kisses me like the world is coming to an end, thrusting his fingers against me in a mockery of the act itself, his rhythm rough.

And when he sinks a finger into me with a growl, I come apart, the sensation strange and perfect.

This might be the absolute worst timing, but this stolen moment is everything.

It makes me want to forget everything and beg him to fuck me senseless. That thought is the only thing that brings me back to the moment, restoring my sanity so that I can push against his chest for some breathing space.

He pushes the heel of his hand against my clit as he works my pussy with first one finger and then two, testing the limits and forcing me to stretch around him. Energy builds inside of me and takes me right to the edge. Oh, those magic fingers.

“No.”

It takes me a moment to realize he’s talking to me.

Carter reluctantly breaks our kiss, withdrawing his finger from inside of me and slowly releasing my body with one final rock of his hips. His chest heaves, but he gently sets me down on my feet.

“This will not be repeated,” he warns.

Then he brings the digits he fingered me with to his lips and sucks them inside his mouth to taste me.

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