Page 75 of His Deadly Lies

“I know.”

And I don’t give a shit because I want to feel him inside me. Every inch of him bare and making his mark on me in an undeniable way. Without any barriers.

I’m absolutely ready for whatever he chooses to throw at me.

“Then give me everything, Mia. Fuck it.”

His arms go around me, and I melt against him, eager. His kisses are a brand in and of themselves but not nearly what I want or need. Not the extent I’m craving. His hands are everywhere, sliding between my legs and caressing the inside of my thighs before racing toward my hips.

“Carter!”

He’s driving me crazy. Working his hands along my body and memorizing me. It feels…wicked. In the best possible way.

“Go stand by the bed, Mia,” he commands. “I’m going to undress you.”

I start at the tone of his voice before I soften, realizing the instinct to fight back isn’t one I want to indulge in this time. I want him to take control. Breasts heaving, I pull away from him and corral across the bed with my ass in the air while he studies me.

“You’re perfection.” He trails his hand along my spine and tugs at my pants. They’re down to my knees in an instant, and his hand is on my ass. “Beautiful. So goddamn beautiful it hurts. Hold still.”

His face is eye level with my panty-clad core, and I struggle not to squirm away from him. To do as I’m told when he’s eyeballing the black lace and pert black bow.

Carter removes my pants all the way and tosses them out of view. The panties follow a half second later so that I’m bare for him with only a thatch of dark hair to hide me.

I shift, uncomfortable, especially when he slowly lifts his eyes to meet mine, and there is so much desire in those blue orbs I lose my breath.

“On your knees, and take your shirt off.”

I keep eye contact, staring at him as I slowly shift onto the bed, on my knees, and tug my shirt off. His eyes run across the exposed skin.

“Spread your legs for me.”

Every part of me has heated, and I’m dripping wet for him, my core throbbing. He’s still fully clothed, too, which only adds to the sensation of being owned. I jolt when he moves his hand between my legs and places his face only inches away from my pussy. He pushes my legs even wider and adjusts my hips so that he’s got a front-row seat to the festivities.

“No one has tasted you before,” he says, his voice holding a hint of a question. “Only me.”

“Only you,” I agree as he dips his head and flicks his tongue against my core.

One lap, two, sliding it to my entrance and a little inside of me, curling. A shock runs through my system, and my hands curl on his shoulders to keep still. Holy shit, the sensation of it…the focus on my clit, the little shocks of lightning in my system. I’ve been the only one to touch myself there in the path.

Now Carter is devouring me.

He’s bent over with his lips pressed to me.

“I can’t wait to have your legs draped around my head,” Carter murmurs, his face still buried.

I gasp when he latches down on my clit and suckles, only to break contact to spear his tongue inside. There is nothing like having a powerful man gripping my ass to keep me still while he licks at me like a damn ice-cream cone.

Carter brings me to the edge before pulling back, and when I peel my eyes open to look at him, he rips off his shirt. Tossing it the way of my pants and staring at me. His chest is a network of scars amid the smattering of light hair. Perky nipples peek out from the thatch, his muscles on display, and his wounds a testament to how far he’s come. What he’s had to overcome to survive.

I drop down onto my side, naked and sprawled, staring at every glorious inch of his torso.

His sparse chest hair is a little darker than what's on his head, speaking to his natural color before he went prematurely gray. A Celtic knot tattoo does little to disguise the mass of scars on his side, directly beneath his nipple.

I commit every detail of him to my memory. Every gorgeous scar.

“One day, I’ll have those pretty lips of yours wrapped around my cock.” Knowing he has my full attention, Carter slowly drops his fingers to the zipper of his pants and pulls it down quickly. A sharp burst of sound that sends goose bumps skittering along my arms and legs. His gaze lands on my breasts, on the hard buds of my nipples, and he licks his lips.

“There are a lot of things I want you to do to me,” I manage to get out.

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