A Hopeful Kind of Love (Kinds of Love 1.5)

He pulled her hair gently away. He'd planned tonight as a way to spoil her, not to be spoiled. She pouted as he stepped back, her perfect lips in a downturn. All he could think about was having them wrapped around him again, but he shook his head.

“You have far too many clothes on,” he told her. Her frown gave way to a small smile. He helped her stand, catching the hem of her sweater as she rose. With a smoot

h motion, he lifted it up and over her head, tossing the soft fabric to the side. She wore only a lacy bra underneath, and it had him panting as soon as he saw it.

He gently caressed the soft swells of her breasts, forcing himself to take his time. All he really wanted to do was pick her up and carry her caveman style into the bedroom and have his way with her. Hell, he didn't even need to go to the bedroom. All he wanted to was to fill her and hear her voice cry out his name.

His hands went to her hips. She'd already undone the button to her dark jeans and was inching them off. Inch by inch, smooth skin on long legs appeared. He stared, loving every centimeter of her being. She kicked off her jeans to join her sweater, standing before him in nothing but a matching lacy set of bra and panties.

“I thought you might like these,” she said, tossing her hair behind her shoulder and watching his reaction. He felt his whole body twitch with desire and she grinned.

“I do,” he promised. “But, I need to see what they look like on the floor, too.”

She chuckled, low and deep. The sound went straight into his core, filling him with lust. He wanted to be a part of that chuckle, to feel it from the inside. He fought himself for patience, knowing it would only get better if he waited.

He put his mouth on her shoulder, gently sucking and moving his teeth against the smoothness of her. She tasted delicious. Salty and clean, with the scent of rose. “You are so beautiful, Mia,” he murmured huskily.

From her shoulder, he moved down to her collarbone, to her breast. He teased her nipples for a moment before sliding down further, dropping to his knees to kiss her belly. He found her hipbone and pressed his mouth against it.

He looked up just in time to see her mouth open in surprise. He liked her mouth open like that, so he went back to kissing her hips.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, spreading his hand against her low belly. He lowered his hand, tracing a squiggling line from her belly button south to the core of her.

She bucked against his hand, wanting more pressure. He made the light motion again, only giving her a teasing taste of what was to come. She whined, and he pressed his head against her thigh, watching what he was about to do.

With the softest of touches, he rubbed the pad of his thumb right where he knew she wanted it most. She cried out, arching her back and grabbing at his shoulders as he knelt before her. He slowly repeated the motion, barely flicking his thumb against her, knowing each stroke was beautiful torture.

“Carter,” she gasped, her hips shaking in his hands.

“More?” he asked politely, looking up and waiting for a response.

“Hell yes!”

He slid a finger between her thighs, keeping his thumb on her pleasure center. She was already wet for him, and it took everything he had not to push her to the ground and take her right there. He wanted to pleasure her. He wanted to make her come with his fingers first, and then he could make her come on him.

He pumped his fingers up and down, working his thumb in quick circles. Her entire body vibrated with energy waiting to be released in the form of pleasure. He wanted to be the cause of that pleasure. He went faster, working his fingers to make her come undone.

Her hands went to his head, her fingers tangled in his hair so that he had to look up at her.

“Carter, I want you in me,” she whispered. “I want you to feel me explode around you.”

There was no way he could say no to that. She dropped to her knees before laying back on the carpeted floor. He didn't hesitate, moving to place himself at her entrance.

They both gasped as he slid deep into her. She came undone.

Carter held his breath as sensation overwhelmed him. He thought about letting himself go and coming with her, but he wasn't ready for this to be over that quickly. He focused on her, watching her writhe beneath him as she lost herself to sensation.

She was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. How had he gotten so lucky?

Carter braced himself with his forearms on either side of her face. Her eyes slowly flickered open as she came down off her orgasm. Warm, chocolate brown eyes enveloped him as he began to rock his hips back and forth. She moved in tandem with him, meeting him stroke for stroke like the perfect partner she was.

He loved the way she moved beneath him, rolling her hips to meet him. She cried out with every thrust, begging for more. His body responded, pushing harder and deeper and the fire inside of him rising to a fever pitch.

His body started to shake. There was no stopping him now. He reached down, cupping her chin in his hand as he lost himself to the pleasure of her body. Her eyes opened wide, finding his as she followed him into bliss. Together, they rocked and cried out, passion and euphoria washing over them in uncountable waves.

They were both breathing hard as he braced his weight on his forearms above her. She smiled up at him with stars in her eyes, and he leaned down to tenderly kiss her. Lust was replaced with something much calmer, but far more powerful.

Mia reached up and stroked his cheek with her hand, her eyes gazing up at him with love. “That was pretty awesome,” she murmured.