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I don’t look up until I hear him open the door, I watch his back as he leaves, counting the seconds until he comes back to me.
Not to me, but for me.
Because I know once my dad’s gone and Carter comes back, he’s gonna claim me properly.
As his own.
Like I’ve always wanted him to.
It feels like hours but has to be minutes before I hear the thumping of the helicopter over the cabins as it lands nearby on the frozen lake.
I almost wish I’d gone after him. After dad and after Carter, but I remember how firm Carter was on me being here once he gets back.
And after what feels like longer than waiting the first time, I finally hear the helicopter leave again, going in the opposite direction it came in.
Not long after, Carter comes through the cabin door. He looks tired, weary.
Until his eyes meet mine and I feel that shiver again, stronger than ever running up my whole body this time, and not just from my spine.
From a place I know I want Carter like nothing else right now.
I should ask him if my dad’s okay. If he’s even left.
But I only feel pulled upwards and towards Carter.
Watching as his huge arms reach out for me before he scoops me up into them like I weigh nothing and leans back against the door, locking it with a flick of his fingers.
Those magical fingers which I feel suddenly caressing me all over.
Not limited to just slight touches and glances now.
Fingers and hands that I can yield to a hundred percent because I know we’re finally alone.
“Is he-” I finally manage to gasp after Carter’s mouth has been on mine so long I feel like I’m gonna faint from sheer pleasure.
“I’m gonna make you mine now, Serena. Like I wanted to from the moment you got here,” Carter growls, lifting me up and walking towards his cabin room, towards his bed.
Our bed now.
My heart feels like it’ll burst under him, but my mouth is as hungry as his is for mine, yearning for more of everything he has to give me.
I can feel his heart pounding against my chest as he lays me on the bed. Every fiber of muscle in his body feels like taut string under his clothes, but he’s so gentle with me.
I feel awkward for a moment as he stands over me, watching me and scanning my whole body with those intense, smoldering eyes.
Normally self-conscious, I can see the effect his view is having on him as he makes another low sound of satisfaction. The thickness of his own arousal through his jeans makes me gasp and shiver, pressing my legs together.
He shakes his head gently, leaning back long enough to put a hand between my knees and guide them apart again.
“Take off your sweater,” he commands softly, letting his hand linger between my legs before moving it up to brush my mound through my jeans.
The slightest touch from him renders me useless, and with a smile, he sits me forward long enough to lift off my sweater and unhook my bra.
Reaching out for him, wanting to feel some more of him, he shakes his head again as he gently unbuttons my jeans.
“There’s time for that,” he croons softly, making me shudder again as I lift my hips so he can slide me out of my jeans and panties.
“I want this,” he says firmly, cupping my mound and making me groan before he presses the same hand to his mouth, “…here…” he adds, pulling me closer to him by my feet as he positions himself between my legs.
I’ve never felt anything like it, a real man the size of Carter making me feel tiny under his strength but knowing he’s being as gentle as a lamb.
Carter kisses me, letting me taste my own arousal before he moves down my body.
He tenderly kisses my chest and flicks each nipple to eye-rolling stiffness before he settles on what he’s really gonna start with.
His whole mouth suddenly over my sodden pussy is enough to make me groan loudly, with the vibration of his own sounds moving straight up inside me as well.
Running my hands through his hair as I press him closer, my only regret is we couldn’t have done this sooner.
I half worry about pressing him too hard, using him on me like this as I start to squirm in time with his tongue pushing inside me, but he only makes a deeper satisfying sound.
The tickle of his stubble against me is like a thousand tiny fingers, his own thick digits eventually joining in as he spreads my lips open and teaches me what it means to be a woman once he expertly manipulates my throbbing clit until I hear myself gasping his name.
“Carter, Carter,” I whimper urgently, feeling myself about to come right in his mouth.
