Page 79 of His Deadly Lies

“Mia?” He blinks at me, and I push all those sappy and revelational thoughts away. “Stop frowning. You’re going to force me to wipe that look off your face.”

He shifts, and I slide a leg up to his hip, arching my hips to bring my core into contact with him. Here in the dim hush of the room, in the faded shades of dull gold and gray, he’s a wraith. A monster, come to claim me with an insatiable thirst. And I fucking love it.

His cock hardens against me, and I hold his gaze.

He nestles between my waist and jerks his hips once, his cock already hardening and pressing against my folds. His kiss sears through me, dominant and possessive and sweet at once.

I let out a yelp of surprise when he rolls over onto his back again, dragging me with him and forcing me to straddle him. He hitches my waist up. “No more talking. I want you to ride my face.”

I blink at him, heat moving through me and my pussy clenching at the desire on his face. Those words… “I’ll suffocate you.”

“Trust me, sweetheart, I’ll die a happy man. I want to taste you again.” He pushes me higher, and I’m off balance, forced to grip the headboard.

I’m too weak to fight him or even worry about a shower, about sleep. I carefully position my legs on either side of his head, exactly as he wanted, and lower myself above his mouth.

“More,” he demands.

I’m jelly, and my pussy is still coated with his last release. Carter latches his mouth on my clit until I’m groaning and thrusting my hips against his face. Clamping down on him so that he’s practically suffocating between my thighs, and he only holds on. Eating me through my release.

If we get nothing but tonight, then I want to make the most of it. I want him to coat me inside and out the same way I’m dripped all over his face, my core glistening and pink and raw.

For the rest of the night, we play with each other, and if sleep came, it wasn’t long enough to keep me from taking him again.

22

CARTER

“Wake up! He’s out of the room. Come on, we’ve got to hurry.”

Mia’s voice comes out of left field, but the full weight of her slap against my cheek isn’t missed. There’s a flurry of sound, and the mattress bounces. The light in the room increases tenfold as she pulls open the curtains, and I grimace, sore.

“He’s heading toward registration! Carter.”

Shit.

I’m a light sleeper normally, but I’ve royally fucked this up. Too distracted by her pussy to think straight.

I scramble off the bed and grab my pants, foggy-headed, and my damn dick drained dry. Seconds later, I’m dragging them up my hips and hooking them fast before joining Mia at the window. Not like there’s anything to see, but her frantic pointing shows me the tail end of a gray sedan pulling out of the parking lot.

“You paid in cash?” Mia asks. She worries her lower lip with her teeth and breaks away to draw on her panties, sadly covering her lower half.

“I know what I’m doing,” I insist.

I don’t feel like it.

“Well, we’re clearly a step behind because he’s already checked out, and he’s getting away. Just leave the key on the table, and let’s go. Carter!” Now she snaps her fingers, and I focus on her face. On the mess of her hair and the dark, sated eyes.

Her bossing me around is the sexiest thing I’ve heard in years. Which makes me all kinds of crazy, apparently, because I’ve never been the type to want an alpha female.

Except she isn’t all alpha.

And neither am I, judging by the way she wraps me around her little finger. Only for her. No other woman has been able to break me. With so little effort too. But she’s right. We’re about to lose our tail.

We dress as quickly as possible and duck into the car with our heads down. The moment the overly loud engine explodes from the McDonald’s across the street, I realize we’ve been given a fucking fantastic break. It’s not too late. Moments later, the gray sedan pulls out of the drive-thru line, and we follow the guy out.

“Are you still going to stay at the house?” Mia asks me out of the blue.

I glance at her. “What has changed?”

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