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“Yes, that. Do that again.” I threw my head against my pillow and rocked into his hand as he rubbed his thumb over my clit rapidly, chasing that moment when everything exploded and I’d be flying.
My heart felt like it was going to beat right out of my chest. A sudden brush of warmth was the only warning I got before he pulled his hand away and clamped his mouth over me. The flood of sensations was overwhelming, too powerful, too much. Wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me as I fell apart under his lips and tongue.
I fought to keep my hands on the headboard like he wanted. Every fibre of me wanted to yank him up my body and have him plunge his cock deep in me. Instead, he continued using his mouth to torture me, his tongue plunging into me before stroking up to my clit. He flicked the pointy tip over my most sensitive spots, driving me higher and higher. Another orgasm rocked through me, and I let go of the headboard as I lost my battle for control.
I was almost sobbing as I laced my hands through his silky hair, tugging just enough to get him to lift his head. “I need you inside me. Now.”
Carter shifted until he was directly above me. He captured my lips again, drinking me in like a man dying of thirst. The scent of my release mixed with his sweat, filling my senses with the unmistakeable signature of sex. I burned for him.
“Crap, condoms. Do you have any? I can run to my room.” He moved away from me.
I paused for a split second before pulling him back. I trusted him. I couldn’t get pregnant, and I trusted that he was being monogamous, even if this was only a fling.
“I’m fine without them, if you are.” I bit my lip. How would he feel about this? Was it too much commitment?
“You’re sure? I’ve been tested, and they all came back negative.” He studied me intently. His reassurance was like a warm hug and only made me trust him more.
“Yes.” I was. It was a huge step, but it felt right.
With a groan, he braced himself and eased the tip of his cock inside me, rocking back and forth, teasing me. Heat coursed through me, as though his very touch would burn me to ashes. At exactly the moment I thought I would die if he didn’t possess me, he slid home.
The sense of completeness, of rightness, was more intense than anything I’d felt before. He filled me and stretched me in the most delicious ways, and without the barrier between us it felt hotter and more intimate than I imagined. Once his length was fully sheathed, he leaned in and kissed me softly, gently, with a tenderness that could break my heart if I let him.
I closed my eyes, not ready for him to see what they might reveal. I was not falling in love with him. This fling had an expiry date, and I wasn’t foolish enough to think anything permanent could happen between us. I had to enjoy the moment for what it was.
As he began to move over me, I canted my hips up, meeting him thrust for thrust. Having already experienced two of the best orgasms of my life, I knew the odds were I wouldn’t come again. I still wanted to make sure Carter had his mind blown just as much as mine had been. Being careful to avoid his bruises, I scraped my nails down the sides of his ribs the way I knew drove him wild, drawing a groan.
“Do that again,” he said.
I obeyed with relish, digging a little deeper the second time. He pounded against me, crushing me into the bed. Each thrust of his cock stimulated exactly the right spot. His pace increased, and I surrendered to the rapture.
His breath on my neck sent a shiver through me; then his teeth closed over the sensitive skin and I arched up, meeting him as our bodies crashed together. Sensation rolled through me, and Carter groaned as he went still, except for his throbbing cock spilling inside me. Without the condom between us, every sensation was heightened, and the connection between us felt deeper.
Carter lay on the bed beside me, rolling me on top of him without pulling out of me. He stroked my hair as I lay across his chest, listening to his heart pound. I felt half drunk from bliss, drowning in the emotions I would not name. I also felt incredibly safe, lying here letting him take care of me.
When our breathing had returned to normal, he untangled our limbs and climbed out of bed. I reached for him, missing his closeness. He brushed a brief kiss over my lips. “I’ll be right back.”
He returned shortly with a warm wet cloth and dry towel. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
I held my hand out for the cloth, until he shook his head. “I want to. You deserve some pampering.”
Allowing him to clean me felt more intimate than forgoing the condom. He smoothed the cloth over my tender skin, cleaning up any mess before gently drying me with the towel. His care made me feel treasured.
When he was done, he put the towels away and climbed back into bed. Drawing up the covers, he tucked them around me and pulled me against his chest. “I’ll go back to my room before Brooke gets home, but I’m not ready to let you go yet.”
I snuggled into his chest and tried not to think about how much it was going to hurt when Carter left Red Rock for good.
Chapter 29
Jane
I switched on the industrial-size mixer and watched the paddle slowly mix the eggs, oil, sugar, and vanilla, all of which would be the beginning of a huge batch of carrot cake batter. We had an order for nine hundred mini cupcakes in three flavours for a wedding this weekend, and it was a game weekend. Emily and I were going to be rushed today to get everything prepped.
Staying busy would help me stay awake. I didn’t regret a single minute of last night, but the lack of sleep was hitting me today.
Catching feelings for Carter was not part of the plan. He was a ballplayer, and he would leave. Even if he wanted me to go with him, I wouldn’t. I was never putting my life on hold again for any man. Which left me open for a whole lot of pain when he left.
The back door swung open and banged against the wall as Emily came in, pushing one of the carts from the van. We had a catering delivery due this afternoon for another one hundred plated desserts. Those were done and chilling in the walk-in cooler, ready to be loaded for transport.
