Page 79 of A Forever Love

Something in my voice must have conveyed the urgency to him, because when he pushes inside, he goes deeper.

“How is it?” Carter pauses, and my reply is pushing my hips back, urging him to move further in, all the way.

When he complies, a moan slips past my lips. My thigh muscles quiver, and there’s a dull ache from how much he’s filling me. Carter’s hand on my stomach is steadfast, keeping me in place, but otherwise, he remains still.

“Tell me when to move.”

“Please. Now.”

That’s all the encouragement he needs, and he starts to pull out. When he pushes back in, a hiss leaves me and he stills.

“Should I stop?”

“I told you, I’ll kill you if you stop.”

“But I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispers against my neck.

“I love it.”

He then moves slowly, in and out, continuing a rhythm. There’s no rush in his movements, and I feel every inch of him. Every time he enters, I moan, and his fingers dig into my stomach. A few beats later, I bring one of my hands down from the headboard and clutch his wrist, my nails digging into his skin.

“Too much?” he asks, stopping briefly, and I shake my head.

“Not enough.”

Those words have just left my mouth when Carter starts to push deeper and faster. My butt backs up, and he grabs my hips, both of us working toward that high.

“Carter…I’m. About. To. Come.” My words are broken in between heavy pants.

“Do it, mittens. I want to see how much you want me.”

I lose it then, moaning and shivering in his arms, and he keeps riding me hard through my orgasm.

“Fuck, mittens.” His groans of my name as he stills inside me takes my breath away. Even after his release, he lazily keeps pushing inside me as if he can’t get enough of me, and I never want to leave. Carter hugs me from behind, his forearms working as iron bars against my chest, holding me in place. “That was the best thing I’ve ever experienced.”

Not the best sex, but the best thing.

I look over my shoulder and grin. “Me too, King.”

20

CARTER

There are rare moments when I wish I had a different profession, like a teacher or a banker, so I could let my phone ring without guilt. However, as the CEO of a security company, I don’t have that luxury. Still, I steal a brief moment to ignore the incessant ringing, gently push Merida’s fiery red curls aside, and plant a kiss on her back. She sighs softly, like her kitten, and tugs the sheets up to her chest. I’m about to lie down and draw her closer when the phone blares once again.

This better be important.

The tension in my clenched jaw eases as soon as I spot the name and photo on my screen.

Keith Adams.

I’d nearly forgotten what fear felt like, but it brushes against me for a brief moment before I swallow hard and find my bearings.

“Hi, Keith. What’s up?”

“Need a small favor from you, Carter.”

“Shoot,” I say, sitting up and leaning against the padded headboard, which had been an accessory to the best moment of my life.