Only With You (The Connor Family 4)

“I want to be part of your lives. Why would you think it’s too much?”

“Early on when April and Peyton moved in with me, I had some bad experiences when it came to dating.”

“Carter, if anything, the way you love your nieces, the way you take responsibility for them only makes me care more about you.”

I cupped her cheeks, kissing her forehead and then her mouth. It started out gentle, but then the lashes of my tongue became more urgent as her words sunk in. She cared about me. She wanted me, Peyton, and April.

I brushed the sides of her breasts, then stroked her nipples until they perked up. I moved one hand to her ass, pulling her to me until her center collided with my erection. On a groan, I cupped the back of her head with my other hand.

“Wrap your legs around my waist.”

She immediately did just that, and I lifted us off the couch.

She started taking off my shirt on the way. Once we were in the bedroom, I closed the door, pinning her against it with my hips, and pulled her dress over her head. She gasped when my erection pressed against the wet silk of her panties. Her fingers spasmed, then curled, her nails digging in my biceps.

I groaned, rubbing against her again, driving her crazy.

I bit her bottom lip as I lowered her feet to the ground, and then the rest of our clothes flew around everywhere. I was desperate for her and loved seeing that desperation reflected in the way she responded to my kisses and my strokes. When she was completely naked, I stood before her, kissing a straight line from between her collarbones down to her navel, then lower still. I licked her clit once before moving back up, kissing around her breasts before taking each nipple into my mouth and circling it with my tongue. Her knees weakened with every lash of my tongue. She reached between us, touching my erection. I pulsed in her hand.

Gripping her hips, I turned her around. I could see both of us reflected in the mirror on the opposite wall.

She braced her arms on the dresser in front of her as I kissed her neck and shoulders. I touched her breasts, rolling her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. Tension coiled through my body, building and building.

“Carter, I need you.”

“I know you do, love. But you’re going to promise me something first.”

I slid my erection between her legs.

“What?” she gasped.

“You’re not allowed to doubt my feelings for you. You promise not to do that again?”

Our gazes locked in the mirror. I saw her fears and wanted to erase them. She licked her lips, clearly trying to gather her wits, but I wasn’t making it easy for her. I began moving my hips lightly back and forth, and the feel of her ass against my pubic bone was maddening.

“Val,” I beckoned, continuing the slow torture.

“I promise. I promise.”

I pulled back a little, flipping her around the next second, slipping my hands under her ass, lifting her up. My cock was pressed between us, rubbing her clit. She whimpered as I carried her to the bed. I’d barely lowered her onto the mattress when I slid inside her, giving her every inch. Her thighs shook, her breath caught in her throat.

“Oh, fuck,” I groaned.

My rhythm was hard and relentless, and she was coming apart fast. When her inner muscles started to pulse, I slowed the rhythm, bringing her down from the cusp.

She cried in frustration, moving her own hips faster—until I placed one hand on her pelvis, pressing her against the mattress.

“I’ll make you come, love. I promise.”

The message was clear. I was going to do it on my own terms, and she had no choice but to surrender her pleasure to me. I was completely still inside her as I strummed my fingers over her clit, bending to take a nipple in my mouth.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, Carter.”

Tension started spreading from the points where we were connected, slinking through my entire body. I’d never felt an orgasm form so slowly. All my muscles tightened, and when I kissed her to cover her cry of pleasure, I gave in to my own climax.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Carter