After All - Romancing Manhattan

“Yes, more of that,” I say breathlessly.

“Oh, I plan to do things to you that you didn’t even know were possible,” he says, making my core tighten in response. “But first, let’s talk about safety.”

“Always the attorney,” I whisper. “I’m clean as a whistle.”

“Of course you are,” he says and nibbles my earlobe.

“No fair that you get to touch and kiss me but I don’t get to do the same.”

“Been a long-ass time,” he reminds me. “If you touch me, I’ll embarrass myself. Also, I’ll keep you safe.”

“What does that mean?”

“Birth control. I had a vasectomy five years ago.”

I frown and stare up at him. “You did?”

He just nods. “We can talk about it more later, I just wanted to let you know that pregnancy isn’t an issue.”

“Awesome,” I say with a grin. “Please tell me that’s the end of the adult conversation so we can get down to the adult actions.”

He laughs and buries his face in my neck again. “You smell so fucking good.”

I had no idea Carter would be a dirty talker. In the past, sex was something to be had in the dark, with as little noise as possible.

And here we are, in broad daylight, making all kinds of sexy noises.

It’s as if it’s the first time for me all over again.

Carter’s hands leave my wrists and slide down my arms, to begin pulling my clothes from my body. It takes him forever because as he uncovers flesh, he presses wet kisses, murmurs words of delight.

He’s attentive and freaking sexy as hell.

“Carter, I need to feel you.”

“You’re going to feel everything,” he whispers against my ear. He unfastens my skirt and wiggles it past my wide hips and down my legs. “Have I told you how much I fucking love your curves?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Well, I do. Your hips, your ass. Your breasts.” He groans and tugs my nipple through my bra into his mouth, then pulls the lace down, uncovering both breasts. My hips surge up in invitation, and Carter slips right between them, still fully clothed. “God, you’re so damn responsive.”

“Are you going to get naked, or are you going to continue to torture me?”

He grins and plucks my nipple with his teeth.

“Patience, Nora.”

“Not feeling particularly patient.”

“I’m not going to hurry through this. So settle in and enjoy the ride.”

I take a deep, soul cleansing breath and push my fingers into his thick, soft hair. With my eyes closed, I let myself give in to every sensation, every touch. His hands are freaking everywhere except the one place I long for them to be.

But it’s not long before Carter moves down my body, leaving a trail of wet kisses in his wake. He pays extra special attention to my navel.

“That tickles.”

“I had no idea you have an outie,” he says, brushing the tip of his nose across the belly button in question.

“Now you do.”

He presses a kiss there, then moves lower, and holy shit, this is exciting.

Carter Shaw is in my bed, doing the most delicious, unspeakable things to my body.

And I’m not sorry. Not sorry in the least.

I can’t hold still. My hands are roaming through his hair, over his shoulders, and back through his hair again. My legs are moving up and down the sides of his body, practically begging to wrap around his waist.

“So damn sweet,” he mutters before licking once, long and sure, up the slit of my core, making me cry out in joy.

Unlike my previous experiences, this man doesn’t give me fifteen seconds of attention before climbing over me to take his own pleasure.

No, Carter seems to be camped out down there for the long haul, God love him.

“Carter,” I moan, fisting my fingers in his hair now. “Oh God.”

He moans, which only sends vibrations through me I’ve never felt before, and suddenly, without warning, an orgasm washes over me, completely consuming me and I can’t hold it back.

I arch my back and cry out. And he doesn’t lighten the pressure at all. He pushes a finger inside me and licks eagerly as I ride the waves of pleasure.

As I come back to Earth, Carter kisses my inner thighs, my hips, and up my body. He’s cradling my head with one hand and shucking his pants with the other.

“Your shirt,” I mutter.

“You want it gone?”

“Yes.”

He pushes onto his knees and quickly discards his shirt, then covers me again and now I can touch his warm, smooth skin.

I turn my head and press a kiss to his bicep, and he seems to take that as an invitation to kiss my neck.

Holy mother of God, I’m not complaining.

“You’re sure?” he whispers.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been so sure of anything in my life.”

His blue eyes are fixed on mine as he pulls his hips back, and as the tip of his cock finds my entrance, I close my eyes on a sigh.