They eat at my lips, taste at my tongue, bite at my jaw, lick down my neck. They’re voracious and devouring and absolutely, unequivocally, everything I forgot I needed all this time. Years and years wasted with boring, lifeless, unimpassioned kisses. Kisses that were dull. Flat.
But not with Carter.
Kissing Carter is an explosion. The ticking time bomb I never knew existed inside me detonating. Waiting on him to light the match and strike the fuse.
I hit the bed hard, a thud of a bounce at my back, my dress flying high with it.
But before I can comprehend any of that, he has me by the calves, dragging me along until I reach the edge, my legs spread wide, knees bent high.
“Carter!” I screech just as I feel his hot breath on my panties, over the thin satin that I have no doubt is already visibly soaked.
Carter is on the floor, on his knees, directly between my legs. His eyes meet mine, dark and intoxicating. “If we’re doing this, Grace… If you tell me, it’s just tonight… I’m doing everything I want to do to you. I promise you’ll love every single second of it.”
I have nothing to say to that.
“Good. No more arguments. You said, yes, remember?”
“I said yes.”
“Do you still mean it?”
Do I?
“Yes.”
A wildly sexy grin tilts up the corner of his lips. With his eyes still on mine, he leans in between my spread thighs, his hot breath all over my most sensitive region. I shudder and shake, suddenly embarrassed I clued him in on how long it’s been since a man has done this to me yet oddly grateful I did all the same.
The look in his eye tells me he’s not thinking about that at all. That whatever he’s about to do is purely based on what he wants to do. His nose dips in, finding my clit, rubbing it back and forth through my panties as he inhales deeply. My eyes instantly roll back, a moan fleeing my lungs.
“You smell like heaven, but I bet you taste like sin.”
Jesus fuck.
Closing my eyes, I lean back into the bed as he slips my panties to the side, kissing gently at first. I let out a soft sigh only to immediately follow it up with a sharp inhale as his tongue plunges inside me. My hips shoot off the bed when I feel his thumb circling my clit, the pressure a tease in comparison with the deep thrusts of his tongue.
“Mmmm,” he hums into me, the vibrations dragging a whimper from my lips. “I was right. Heaven and sin. Delicious.”
His mouth ravages me, a hot, messy whirl of lips and tongue. I cry out, my insides unraveling as he strokes and toys with every nerve ending I’m comprised of. Deft fingers play with my opening as his tongue switches up, flicking my clit before sucking it between his lips, working me up into a frenzy, his pace building, growing strong and faster.
All I can do is hold on. To his hair. To the blanket. My body is arched, my neck stretched, my eyes clenched tight until I feel a smack on my inner thigh. My head whips up, eyes wild, finding his, wicked and dirty and dripping with lust.
“Eyes on me, sweetheart. Watch me lick your sweet cunt.”
“Fucking hell,” I cry, as his fingers slip inside me, his tongue and mouth eating me in a way that has sounds I’ve never made before spilling past my lips. I can’t do it. I can’t look into his eyes as he does this to me. It’s too intense. Too intimate. Tonight isn’t meant to be like that.
Only I can’t look away either.
His eyes are giving me a twisted voyeuristic thrill. It’s almost as if I can read every salacious thought and dirty idea as it crosses his mind. And once he realizes this, sees that it’s only turning me on more, building me up higher, he grins like the devil, the darkness in his eyes from Satan himself.
Cool air hits me as he blows on my wet flesh. I whimper, my body shaking with tremors as long fingers drag, crook, and find that incredible spot inside me over and over. His eyes dance between his fingers and my eyes like he can’t decide which show he’d rather watch. The sound is lude and erotic and I’m so fucking close my mind is spinning.
“You’re so close,” he says, an awed whisper, reading me perfectly. “Look at you. Dripping wet and clenching around me. All for me, Grace.”
God. I can’t with that. I just… “Please, Carter. I need to come.” I need to get lost. To not think. To forget everything other than the pleasure he’s giving me.
“Then come, sweetheart. I’m not stopping you.” His lips wrap around my clit, sucking it hard, his fingers picking up their pace, and I don’t just come, I erupt on a piercing scream. My body locked in overdrive, the sensations plow through me, swirling over me, consuming me thoroughly.
I wrench at the bed, arching deeper and finally closing my eyes as wave after wave hits me harder than the one before it.
He continues to work me through it until I’m too sensitive, my hands pushing his head away, and then he’s standing, removing his shirt and pants, leaving his charcoal briefs on. Panting for my life, I take him in, my gaze dragging all over. Carter is tall, all broad shoulders and defined pecs trailing down into tight stacks of abdominal muscles before they reach the V of his trim waist. He is the definition of masculine.
Sexy as all fuck.
Blazingly gorgeous, my body heats up just from the sight of him.
“Are you on anything?” he asks, taking my hand and forcing me to sit up, undoing the ties of my dress behind my neck with skill and patience.
“Depo.”
“I have no condoms in here unless you brought some.”
I stare up into his eyes, black as midnight. “I don’t have any, but I was just tested, remember?”
“I haven’t been with anyone in a few months, and I was tested after the last time.”
My lips quirk as he slides my dress off me, leaving me in nothing but my strapless bra and skewed panties.
“Now that we’ve gotten the sexy pregnancy and STI talk out of the way, Doctor, are we doing this?” I lick my lips and swallow hard. “Just us? No protection?”
He smirks in response, angling toward me, forcing me back as his hands press into the mattress, bracketing me in until his face is mere inches away. “You need protection from me, Grace?”
“Yes. Yeah, I think I do.” I think he knows it too. We’re playing a dangerous game. One I started. But now that the alcohol is starting to burn off, realization is sinking in. This is Carter. And I just crossed an irreversible line with him. Even if tonight truly is just tonight, we’ll always know this happened. It will always be a thing between us, something we remember with every glance.
He kisses me passionately, his tongue invading my mouth once more, staking its claim, only to end the kiss just as quickly as he started it.
“Too fucking bad. We’re doing this, Grace. Just us. But only if you tell me you want me. No games. No fear. No more teasing. I want you more than my next breath, but I won’t touch you again until you tell me you want that too. So what will it be? The choice is yours.”
18
Grace’s pretty blue eyes flutter as she digests my words. I don’t know what I’m doing. Why I’m agreeing to this other than I wasn’t lying when I told her I want her more than my next breath and I can’t say no. But the problem is, I don’t want her just for tonight even if that’s all she’s after.