He shakes his head, face falling with a warning. “Not happening.”
“Yeah, you are. That’s what I want,” I say, my breath hitching as he hits the right spot over and over again. His eyes darken. “I can see it on your face. You’re seconds away from it. I feel too good, don’t I?”
Carter’s face is morphing into something dark, obedient, and obsessive. “Red.”
“I thought you wanted me to tell you what to do?” I ask, angling my head.
I see how much this pleases him, how he really does want to follow my lead, but struggles when that means puttinghimself first. Still, he fucks me. He refuses to give in. Refuses to lose this competition. It’s the one thing he wants to control here.
I reach up to push my breasts together, tightening my body to make sure he can feel it. He groans under his breath, his movements getting snappier, rougher.
“Fuck,” I bite out, dropping a hand to cling to the sheets. Yeah, it’s hard to focus on winning this battle when the sex is this mind-altering. Carter’s eyes zero in on my face, his hips still flexing. I stare at him defiantly. “I can do this all night.”
He arches a brow, but still doesn’t slow his movements. “You think so?”
“Mhm,” I nod, biting my bottom lip to keep from crying out.
He reaches forward, sliding his hand over my stomach. His touch dips lower and lower, until his thumb slips between my thighs. He parts me, his finger moving slowly, and fuck him—I’m going to be a goner in thirty more seconds if this stubborn asshole doesn’t come first.
“Still confident about that?” he grits out. “Or am I just as good with my hands?”
“Shit,” I hiss.
“That’s what I thought,” he mutters, unrelenting. He pushes deep inside me, his hand working its magic. “C’mon, Red. Give it up. I’ve worked hard for it.”
“You first,” I whisper. I am going to come. Fuck.
“I don’t like that answer,” he says, readjusting his legs to force my thighs apart. One second, I’m on my back, the next I’m being hauled up into his lap as he sits back on his knees. His hand is buried in my hair, his other on my spine. Instinctively, I start riding him to keep this perfect rhythm we’ve set. We’re eye to eye now. I wet my bottom lip as he hits the rightspot. I throw my head back and he groans deeply. “My fuckinggod.”
My stomach tightens. Carter studies my face with a furrowed brow.
I reach forward to cup his face, my eyes burning into his, his grip tightening on my hair. I lower my mouth until it’s an inch from his, rising and falling in his lap. We watch each other, memorizing the other’s face when it’s consumed like this.
Our mouths rest a hair length away from each other, our hands explore skin while our bodies teach us the tempo of each other’s heartbeats. Using his grip on my hair, Carter forces my mouth to his, and when he comes with a desperate groan, I do too.
At the same time.
Technically, he does first.
Checkmate.
CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
carter
I wakeup with a stuffed skunk pressed into my eye socket. Grimacing, I reach up and yank Stinky out from under my head. Glancing down at the redhead who is wrapped around me, a tired smile pulls on my lips. I reach over and place the skunk on the other side of her pillow.
We slept together last night.
Fuckingfinally.
And it was perfect. It was better than I could have imagined. It’s like my body already knew her body, and my heart knew her heart. That part, I’d already been aware of. I have been studying her heart as long as she’s been showing me glimpses of it.
I feel like a new man. Like I’ve been reborn. That was only a few months without sex for me. Arden hadn’t had sex inyears. I run my fingers through her hair and she lets out a sleepy little sigh.
I stare at her sleeping face, mouth parted as she breathes in. Those plump, freckled lips kissed me for real last night. She meant it this time. I’m officially the luckiest man alive. Shemight be my fake girlfriend but that sex was very real and it wasveryfucking good.
We also finished at the same time, which has never happened to me before. Ever.
