Page 78 of A Forever Love
Carter’s hand finally moves down, caressing the column of my neck to my clavicle until he grazes my boobs. I shiver at his soft touch as he molds my breasts in his hands, squeezing them and then tugging on my nipples.
I have never heard the kind of sounds that are coming out of my mouth as I let go of his lips. He takes that opportunity to lick and nip every inch of my neck and my throat, and finally, that mouth blows over my nipples. I arch my back, and he latches onto my breasts like I’m his favorite candy—sucking, nipping, kissing.
“You are like a forbidden fruit, Mere,” he says against my breasts, and I throw my head back and tighten my fingers in his hair for support.
I feel my pulse everywhere as I close my eyes. I’m still struggling to believe this is happening.
“Carter, I can’t wait. Please. I want you.”
He looks up. “And I you, mittens.” He leans forward to kiss me, and he situates himself between my thighs. My whole body thrums with nervous excitement until he leaps off the bed.
My heart thuds as he rushes out of my room naked.
What just happened? Did he just leave me here?
The loss of his warmth is as painful as if someone had cut a part of my body. I’m still in shock, lying in the same position as before, with tears running out of the corner of my eyes, into my hair, and onto the pillow, when I hear the main door shut.
Did he seriously freaking leave?
My hands clutch my chest when Carter returns naked, holding a box of condoms. The grin on his face drops when his eyes meet mine.
“Hey. Hey. What happened?”
“You left?” I gasp, even though now I know why.
“I didn’t think about the condom before, Mere, and I didn’t want to waste time with an explanation.” He leans over, and his lips kiss my forehead. “Where did you think I went?”
When I turn my face away, embarrassed for ruining the mood, he holds my chin, bringing my face back to him.
“There’d have to be something life threatening to pull me away from you right now, Merida Catherine Adams. Like an earthquake, or a tsunami, or a zombie attack—”
My heartbeat settles back with his every word, and then I notice his naked form, or at least I notice his naked upper body, and raise an eyebrow. “Did you just run away naked from my apartment to yours?”
Carter’s lips curl—I’m sure it’s the first time in my life that I’ve spotted embarrassment on his face—before he bites the insides of his cheeks. “It was goddamn hard to leave you when you were seconds away from coming. Clothes were the last thing on my mind.”
My pulse starts to race once again when he brings his lips closer to mine.
“So, shall we resume, or do you want to talk some more?”
I shake my head. “Resume.”
Even before the word is out of my mouth, Carter rips open a condom, and I watch him in awe as he expertly rolls the latex down his length. He’s on me without any delay.
But instead of entering me, he flips me until I’m facing the headboard. “Open your legs, mittens—nice and wide.” Carter’s chin rests on my shoulder, and he’s on his knees behind me. He nips the back of my neck and moves my red curls to one side. “Hold the headboard.” His hoarse voice is a turn on by itself.
I’ve never had sex like this—never in this position and never being so turned on—but I’d also expected if I ever had sex with Carter, it would be nothing short of life altering.
My thoughts are interrupted when I feel him guiding his cock into me with one hand, while the other presses against my stomach, keeping me in place. He moves an inch in and stops and then withdraws. His cock then brushes against my core, spreading the wetness around. He repeats the action a few more times, and whenever his dick, coated with my wetness, brushes against my swollen clit, I moan.
“Carter, stop.” This is torture, and I can’t take it anymore.
“You want me to stop?” His voice isn’t even surprised.
“No! I want you to stop teasing me. I want you. Please.”
“Yes, and I want you to only ever want me.” He bites my earlobe.
God, if he continues with this torture, I’m dying today. Death by unfulfilled sexual need. “Please.”