“Emerald...” He sets his brush down. “Be still.”
I blink, telling myself to pretend like he’s any other guy—like he’s a former sponsor that I’m simply using for personal gain, but it doesn’t work.
My trembling is here to stay and my heart is beating so loudly that I’m sure he can hear it.
Shaking his head, Carter sighs and stands up. He walks over to me and helps me to sit up so he can sit next to me.
Running his fingers through my hair, he smiles. “I’m not sure how to interpret the nervous side of you.”
“I’m not nervous...” I bite my tongue as he takes one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking it.
“Yes you are.” He plants a kiss on my other breast. “But why?”
I don’t answer because I have no idea.
I start thinking of ways that I can insult him, ways that I can show him that my sarcastic quips are stocked and ready for release at all times, but before I can say a word, he’s kissing me.
Keeping his lips attached to mine, he lays me across the couch and slowly moves on top of me. For a brief second, he stops to take his shirt off, but his lips quickly find their way to mine again.
My hands are in his hair and I’m moaning as his kisses start to move away from my mouth and down to my breasts.
“Condoms...” I shut my eyes and whisper. “I...” I can’t focus when he swirls his tongue around my navel. “I left them in my purse...On the table.”
He kisses my navel again instead of getting up, and I blink my eyes open—hoping that he’ll hurry up and grab my purse.
He doesn’t.
He sits up and stares into my eyes—watching me pant and tremble in anticipation.
“Are you going to get them?” I’m confused.
He shakes his head. “No.” He lifts my legs and places them over his shoulder.
Looking into my eyes one last time, he presses his mouth against the inside of my thighs and slowly kisses his way to my clit. Gripping my legs tightly, he slips his tongue in and out of me—swirling it around in circles.
I moan as he pushes one of his fingers inside of me—forcing it deeper and deeper.
“Carter...Please...Slow down...” I suck in a breath as he moves two fingers in and out of me, as he sucks my wet lips into his mouth—kissing them just as passionately as he kisses the ones on my face,
I grab onto the pillow beneath me, damn near shredding the fabric with my nails, and he continues to ignore my breathless pleas.
I writhe against his mouth—screaming, begging for him to stop fucking me so intensely, to stop torturing my swollen clit with his tongue.
Each time I squirm, he tightens his grip on my legs and increases the pressure of his kisses.
“Wait....Wait...I’m going to cum...” I try to move away from him, try to grip his head and push him away, but he continues to fuck me with his mouth and I can’t hold the tremors back.
I let go and let the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever felt roll through me—again and again.
I’m screaming out of pure pleasure—something I’ve never done before, and no matter how hard I try to regain control of body’s reactions I can’t.
By the time I come down from my high, I realize I’m not lying on the couch anymore. I’m sitting between Carter’s legs in a tub of running water.
He’s lathering shampoo into my hair and planting kisses against my shoulders. My back is to him, but I can perfectly picture his face and how he looks right now.
“You’re beautiful when you cum,” he whispers. “Do you know that?”
I blink.
“And you’re extremely sexy when you’re being shy.” He kisses my back. “But I prefer when you’re actually talking. Are you going to say anything else tonight?”
I shake my head and he laughs.
“Was it that terrible?”
I murmur something unintelligible, earning another low laugh from him.
I’m not sure how long he keeps me there or how long he alternates between kissing and washing me, but the next thing I know we’re in his bed. Cuddling.
And I like it.
With the guys in the past, the mere thought of their arms wrapped around my waist as we slept was enough to make me flinch, but right now, in this moment, I don’t want Carter to ever let me go.
“Are you sleeping?” he whispers.
“No...”
“Good.” He rolls me over so I’m lying on top of him. Blowing an errant strand of hair away from my face, he says, “Tell me something personal.”
“Like what?”
“Something you’ve never told anyone else.”
“Something positive or something negative?”
“Something you’re only telling me.”