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Carter gives me another searing kiss, the kind that leaves my head spinning. I try to deepen the kiss and lose myself in him, but he pulls away before I can. The bed dips as he climbs off me and rummages through the closest drawer. When he returns with two scarves, my heart jumps into my throat.
I watch through hooded eyes as Carter unbuttons his shirt, undoing one after the other in quick succession. As soon as he’s done, he lets the shirt fall to the floor with a flutter. Without looking away, his fingers move to unbutton his jeans, and he kicks them off, leaving him in only a pair of dark boxers.
My mouth waters when I see his erection straining against the fabric.
“Hold your hands up on either side of you, dove,” Carter instructs in a thick voice. “I told you that I have every intention of making it up to you, so it’s about time I start.”
My mouth is dry as I lift my arms up. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.” I breathe, my pulse quickening as Carter ties one hand to the bed. He leans over me to tie another, and I inhale the spicy scent of his cologne, making my stomach dip. With a smirk, Carter gives both hands a tug, ensuring that the restraints are tight enough. Every inch of me is alive and buzzing at his proximity when Carter ties my feet on either side of the bed, leaving me completely exposed.
I’m suddenly glad no one else is around. Because I want him to keep looking at me like that, like I’m a feast he’s about to devour.
And I want Carter to bury himself so deep inside of me that I can’t tell where he begins and I end. As if sensing my train of thought, Carter snaps off his boxers and shoves them away. I lift my head off the pillow and give him a pleading look. He frames my face in his hands, and he kisses me again, but this time it’s different.
It’s slow and gentle, a low fire burning the inside of my stomach, and it takes my breath away. I grin like an idiot when he moves his mouth over my jaw and down my neck. He nips and grazes the sensitive skin there before sinking his teeth into my flesh. I hiss as dual waves of pain and pleasure ricochet through me.
Suddenly, the weeks we spent apart don’t matter. Not the fact that Carter left or the fact that he kept me at arm’s length while he was away like I was shouting into the void.
All the weeks of loneliness and self-pity melt away as he kisses a path down the slope of my chest. He takes one nipple between his teeth and tugs. Red-hot desire courses through me. Then he moves onto the other nipple, sucking and biting until they’re both as hard as pebbles.
I’m desperate and wet and panting by the time his mouth moves south.
Instead of giving me what I crave, Carter sinks further down and begins to place kisses along the inside of my thighs. Everywhere he touches, I burn. Everywhere he licks, I melt. When he finally kisses his way back up to my center, my lungs are bursting, and it feels like I’ve run a marathon.
Carter gives me a heated look as he settles in between my legs so he’s at eye level with me. His nails dig into my waist, and his lips part, his hot breath dancing across my sensitive skin. “How much have you missed me, dove?”
“A lot,” I murmur, in a daze. “Sir.”
“How much is a lot?” His tongue darts out, and he licks a path from right to left, taking his sweet time while he does. “Did you dream about me every night?”
I nod frantically.
Carter squeezes my waist. “You need to articulate, dove. Unless you want me to stop.”
A thin sheen of sweat breaks out across my forehead. “I thought about you every night and every day and a lot of moments in between.”
“Did it feel this good?”
My breath hitches in my throat as Carter plunges his tongue in and begins to suck. “Nothing feels as good as you do, sir.”
I know my response pleases him because he makes a low noise in the back of his throat, but he doesn’t stop. Each flick, each stroke sends another wave of desire through me. I tug on my restraints, but they don’t give way, and it sends another thrill through me.
After everything we’ve been through, I like knowing that I still love being at his mercy. And I love knowing how much my body still drives him crazy despite my prominent swell.
Although I can’t see him, I catch glimpses of the top of his head, and I listen for the sound of his voice. Carter laps and sucks as if he has all the time in the world. Then his hands release my waist, and they move up to my breasts. He flicks one nipple and then the other and pushes my breasts together. I squeeze my eyes shut and grind against him.
My ears are ringing when Carter shifts and doubles his efforts. I don’t ever want him to stop.
When the force of my orgasm rips through me, leaving me writhing and panting, I dig my nails into my palms and cry out his name. Over and over, I chant it, a plea and prayer, until the knots in my chest unfurl. My skin is still buzzing when I pry one eye open and then another and find Carter looming over me, a look of stark need etched onto his features.
“I didn’t tell you that you can come,” Carter says in a thick voice. “Why are you always testing me, dove?”
I swallow, and my voice is hoarse and low. “I’m sorry, sir.”
Carter bends down to kiss me. “You’re lucky I’m in a forgiving mood.”
