Page 68 of Forbidden Eyes
"Yeah." Something crosses his features, sadness maybe,or irritation at his thoughts. "Although, I don’t consider them family anymore. The Canes are the closest thing to family I have now."
“If they are your family, how come I’ve never met you before? You never came when they visited?”
“No. I might consider them as close to family as I have, but I’m not blood.”
My fingers reach for his face, part of me desperate to soothe him in some way. He flinches slightly as my pads graze the light stubble, and I find myself pushing closer for contact,holding him there regardless of his frown at me.
Before I get the chance to find out why he's scowling, the food arrives, smelling delicious. Succulent pink prawns and mussels piled high with open shells, begging to be plucked. “After you," he says.
Carter is the perfect gentleman after that, and even with some bumpy topics of conversation, I couldn’t imagine a more perfect date. Still, part of me longs to find out more about him and my uncle after that revelation. What did he mean—found him? I shake my head and try to ignore the interrogation that wants to slip from me, certain that with the time we’ve got left the last thing I want to do is probe and push.
“When do we have to be back?” I ask, lifting my drink.
“We’ll head back to the hotel after this.”
“Can’t we stay out on the boat?” I ask, suddenly hopelessly optimistic that we can avoid everything if we stay out of the way.
He smiles and looks to the waiter who brings dessert to our table. “Believe me, Fia, I wish we could. But I’ve told you, I don’t run. I never have.”
Nineteen
Fuck, I’m hot.
I slide down her slick body and rest my forehead on her smooth, tight stomach, trying to catch my breath. Since getting back from the boat I’ve been insatiable. We’ve been insatiable. It doesn’t matter how many times I come; I don’t want to stop.
She moans under me as my tongue laves across her navel, my mouth drinking down the taste of her sweat. She’s sweet as fuck, like no one I’ve been with before. Everything about her, from her mewls to her pliable body, hits places in me I didn’t even know I owned. Add into that dinner last night, and the conversation, the type I honestly can't remember having with any other woman, and I'm screwed up with some sense of feeling about her.
My eyes close, and I listen to her breathing evening out, a smile coming at the sound of it. She gets a ten-minute reprieve, no more than that, and then she’s having some more because I’m not stopping until I’ve had my fill of every position I can get her into. My dick likes that thought, announcing its interest by hardening again beneath me. It makes me crawl my lips down her body, sinking lower and lower until I finally land at her well-used pussy.
“Carter, I can’t…”
“You can. Shut up.”
I smile and swipe my tongue through her, rubbing my nose on her clit at the same time and enjoying the instant buck that comes from the move. “Jesus,” she breaths, her hands grabbing onto my hair.
I don’t stop. Fuck reprieves. I dig my tongue in deeper, rimming her and then putting more pressure on that sensitive clit of hers. She’s got more in her yet. For a start her youth should let her keep going all night long if that’s what I choose. And I do damn well choose it. At some point her father is going to explode all over my ass. I want more of everything before that comes for me.
I hitch her body to me, wrapping my forearms around her thighs to hold her still and spreading her wider. She squirms, her pussy trying to retreat. It makes me latch my teeth onto the soft folds, biting sharply to keep her exactly where I want her.
“Fuck,” she spits, nails digging into my scalp.
Good girl. More of that.
The pain on my head makes me bite in again, my tongue soothing the sting the second she behaves herself and stays the fuck still. “Carter, please. I can’t…”
I look at her over her clit and lick through her again, watching as she rises up on her elbows and looks down at me. She’s full of sex and sin, mouth parted, eyes like daggers as she tries to get a break I’m not going to give her.
“You want tying down properly this time?” I mutter, swiping my tongue again. “I'm happy with that.” Her eyes widen, some element of fear flickering across her gaze. “Or you gonna be a good girl and do as you’re told?”
She stays there watching me for a while. I’m not trying to make her come, just enjoying the scent of her on me and licking her. My head’s clouded in the moment, like I feel when I haven’t eaten. Buzzing. When did I last eat? Last night. I need to eat, but first this, again. Quick bites. Long sucks. I could eat this dish forever, bury myself in it and die a happy man.
“Carter?”
“Mmm.”
“Why?”
My head lifts to look at her, chin resting on her mound. “What?”