Never Say Forever

She tastes just like I remember. Like today, tomorrow. Like forever.

I drag my hands to her sides, suddenly desperate to see her naked, to feel her pressed under me. “Where the fuck is the zipper.”

“Don’t you dare tear it,” she says, rolling to her side a little.

“I’ll buy you another.”

“But I won’t have this one to wear tonight.”

“We’re not going back to the bar, sweet girl. Not when we have time to make up for.”

“We’ll see.” Her fingers pull on the tiny, concealed zipper, my smile widening.

“Come here.” I begin to pull the loosened dress from her shoulder down. “You’re not going to do me out of my dreams.”

“Of getting me naked?”

“Of making you mine.”

Fee laughs and as I knead and squeeze, sucking my mark into her skin, her hands making short work of my shirt and belt as, between us, we work my pants and boxers to my hips, my hard cock bouncing free between us.

“Think we’re naked enough now?” Her fingers stroke over the silky tip before taking me in her fist, making me curse.

I swallow and look down to where she holds me and I think I forget what words actually are, but that’s okay as she wraps her hands around my neck, bringing my mouth down to hers.

My mouth pressed to hers, my pulse in her hand along with my heart.

“Angel.” I brush the hair from her face, pulling back so our eyes meet, so she can see the truth in me “It has never been like this. This intense. This wonderful.”

“Maybe that’s why they call it making love.”

“Making love, yeah.” I find myself nodding. That’s what this is. It’s overpowering and immense, consuming, and wonderful, and so fucking scary. But it’s the best. “I love you, Fee. And there’s nothing else more I want in this world than to be beside you.”

“Sounds great. But can you be inside me? Like, right now?”

Oh, yes, I can.

We both groan as I slide my crown past her opening, higher over the soft rise of her clit. A prelude to sinking into her bliss. Her hands curl in the bedlinens to grip the snowy fabric, tightening as I press myself to her entrance and thrust.

“Oh, Carson!” My grunt is a counterpoint to her cry as heat rushes through my veins, screaming out for this.

“Fuck, I’m not going to last long.” Screwing my eyes tight, I pull back and drive into her slow and deep.

“You feel so hot,” she whispers, the sting of her fingernails making me stretch and purr like a cat.

“And you feel like fucking heaven.” I thrust again, gripping the back of her thigh, spreading her open. She’s perfect. Every part of her built for me. Built to take me. Built to make a better man of me. And fuck, I’ll do it. I’ll be it for her, or I’ll die fucking trying because she is worth everything.

“Oh, God!” She tightens around me, thank fuck, because I’m not going to last, a bolt of panic, or pleasure, shooting through me beginning at my fucking heels. I jerk against her, picking up the pace, touching and kneading, tasting and feeling, doing everything in my power to possess her.

“I’m too close,” I rasp, beginning to pull away only to feel the bite of her nails at my back.

“No, stay.” Her body clenching around me, her warmth and wetness a testament to how much she wants this. So I stay. All in. Now and forever.

My arms tremble as I drive into her again and again as, beneath me, she cries out her love and her pleasure. As she hits her peak, I drop down onto my arms and press my mouth to hers and with one last undulating thrust, I fall the fuck apart.

“Oh, God. That was . . .”

“Embarrassingly quick.” My words sound weird and I wonder how long it’ll be before my limbs feel like mine again. “Give me a few minutes.”

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to spend those few moments wisely,” I reply, pressing my lips to her stomach. She looks so gorgeous, her hair a mess, her skin carrying the marks of our love. Wrapping my arms around her waist I just inhale the fuck out of her.

“What are you—oh my God! My eyes!”

Both of our heads immediately jerk upwards to find Rose spinning away from the bedroom door.

“Rose,” I growl. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“What am I doing? What are you—actually don’t answer that!”

40

Carson

“Hurry back.”

“You’re sure you want me to come back?”

Fee’s mouth opens with a retort, hands rising to her hips, hips I can’t help but hug, pulling her reticent yet fucking luscious form against me.

“Now, I didn’t mean it like that,” I murmur, pressing my lips against her neck. “I just meant maybe you’d like to spend the day with Remy and Rose. You know, given they’re flying back to France this evening.”