He pulsed his tongue against that spot, the one that made her yank at the sheets, until she came with a sharp cry, her back arching as she went over. Watching her come was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
He couldn’t wait to see it again.
Aubrey wasn’t sure she still had bones anymore, every part of her had magically transformed into Jell-O. Okay, it hadn’t been magic but Carter’s tongue and fingers and the general oh-my-God goodness of an orgasm that had singed her all the way down to her toes. Refocusing her eyes was an effort of Herculean proportions but she managed just barely to do it and was rewarded with a view that would put the son of a God to shame.
Carter at the end of the bed, sitting back on his heels still between her legs, his mouth wet with her satisfaction and the best kind of dangerous gleam in his blue eyes. Holy shit, if he could deliver on what he was promising with that look then her day was about to get even better. Could that even be possible? She was more than willing to roll the dice.
“Please tell me we aren’t done,” she said, propping herself up on her forearms to get a better look at him—and what a view it was.
The man might be undercover on the cruise but here in his room there was no hiding the body ripped enough to portray a superhero on the big screen. Spectacular? More like fucking mind boggling. She could wash the bakery’s aprons on his eight pack—of course, she had other plans for him today.
Judging by the sexy smirk on his face that had his dimple sunk about a mile into his cheek, so did he. “Not even close to being done.”
Liquid desire flowed through her as anticipation made her body tingle. “Condom?”
He leaned over and fished one out of the shaving kit on the desk next to the bed. “Got it covered.”
Watching him roll the latex onto his hard dick was no hardship. There was just something about watching a guy handle himself that got to her, and made her think every dirty thought there was out there, plus some that probably hadn’t been invented before.
As soon as he was done, he reached down and took her by the ankles and tugged until her ass was on the edge of the bed and he was between her splayed legs. “Fuck, you are delicious.”
Then, he reached down and used his large hands to cup her ass and lift her up so only her shoulders were on the bed. What need was there for a sex pillow when there was someone with arm-porn worthy arms to hold her in place? Absolutely none. She was back to holding onto the sheets for dear life because he was about to rock her world and she was so here for it.
This wasn’t for forever.
This was for fun.
Holding her with only one hand, he lined himself up with her opening and entered her slow, one thick inch at a time, filling her up completely. The rest of the world fell away at that moment. There was only her and Carter, the sounds of their bodies coming together and the tortured breaths as he fucked her slow and steady. The feel of him against her as he thrust forward into her and pulled back, leaving her wanting, had her begging for more in a voice she barely recognized as her own.
“You want more, darlin?
???”
“Yes.”
Carter withdrew completely, his big hands moving to her hips before he flipped her over so she was on her hands and knees, back arched, and ready. He sank into her, going deeper than before, so much so that her breath caught.
“Too much?”
“Give me a second.” She released a deep breath, relaxed around him, and then pushed back against him, slow at first and then faster until she was practically slamming up against him.
“I could watch that ass of yours all damn day.” He gave her a smack on the cheek with just the right amount of sting.
Looking over her shoulder she took in the man behind her, his eyes dark with desire, his jaw squared with intent. It was the hottest thing she’d ever seen. “Do that again.”
He did. Once, twice more. Then he gripped her hips, yanking her back, and they worked together, back and forth, thrust and retreat, deep and shallow, until they were both panting, their skin glistening with exertion. She was climbing, every nerve ending tuned into that place where their bodies were joined, an electric ball of fuck-yes building with each stroke. Reaching between her legs, she circled her clit, her fingertips brushing against his slick cock as he fucked her.
“That’s it, darlin’, squeeze my dick,” he said, his voice thick with want. “So. Damn. Tight.”
The sound of his rumbled order was all it took to send her to the breaking point. Fingers pressing against her clit, her orgasm rushed over her, sweeping her away on a wave of pleasure that nearly knocked her arms out from under her. Carter’s harsh groan as he tightened his hold on her was all the warning she got before he rammed into her—hard, rough, and demanding—and then plunged into her one more time and came with enough force that she was probably going to have fingerprints on her hips.
Totally worth it.
“Let me go get rid of the condom,” he said, his breath ragged, as he withdrew and walked to the bathroom.
Hello reality, so very not nice to see you again. “I should get back to my room.”
“Why not stay?” he asked through the closed bathroom door.