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I crawled onto the bed and watched as Carter kicked off the jeans that had pooled around his ankles, then pulled a white paper bag out of his nightstand. A box of condoms tumbled out.

“I stopped in at the drugstore before I got our food. I wasn’t sure if we’d need them, but figured it was better to be safe.” He smiled sheepishly.

“I’m glad you did. It’s been a while, and any I have are probably expired.” I’d had my tubes tied years ago, but being safe was about more than contraception. I’d had to go through a ton of testing after I found out Chad had cheated, terrified as I waited for each set of results, and I never wanted to go through that again.

Carter hovered over me, his eyes covering every inch of my exposed skin. The curves, the rolls, the stretch marks from two pregnancies, and never once did he make me feel like I didn’t measure up. Instead, I felt treasured, like he saw all of me and wanted me exactly as I was. He skated one hand up my arm, over my collarbone, down to the cleavage enhanced by the bra I wore.

“Beautiful,” he whispered. The way he said it made me feel that way.

He moved forward, gently biting my nipple through the satin, making me shiver. A flick of his finger and the front closure opened, both cups falling away from the swell of my generous breasts. Carter climbed up beside me, lowering his head again to tug one nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue around the hard pebble before turning his attention to the other one. A firmer bite sent shock waves straight to my pussy, and I didn’t try to restrain the moan that came out of me.

Carter smiled in satisfaction. “Liked that?”

He nipped me again, then trailed his lips down, down, stopping to press kisses against my belly button. He moved further south, gripping my panties in both hands, sliding them down my hips and legs before tossing them to the floor.

“You are so beautiful,” he said reverently, nudging my thighs apart and staring down at my sex. I should have felt self-conscious, but instead I was drunk with power. His desire was transparent, and I wanted everything he was offering.

I let my head fall back as his mouth closed over me, all my pent-up desire flooding through me, racing for an ecstasy I hadn’t felt in too long. His tongue swept over me, penetrated me, tortured me. When his lips closed over my clit, his tongue flicking it, I shot up at the intensity of it. “Carter.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“More. I need more.”

Carter trailed his long fingers up my slit, getting them slick with wetness before easing first one, then a second inside me, filling me. I ached, and I wanted his hands and his mouth everywhere all at once. Each stroke of his fingers sent shocks through me, pushing me closer to the bliss I was searching for. I bucked against his mouth, urging him for more, gripping his hair to hold his mouth exactly where I craved it.

As he curled his fingers up inside me, hitting just the right spot, his tongue dragged over my clit and my body clenched around his hand. Fireworks exploded behind my eyes as my orgasm crashed over me, faster and more powerful than I’d anticipated.

I collapsed back on the bed, trying to catch my breath as he slowly moved up my body, dropping kisses along the way. I felt like I was floating, coming down from a fantastic high. I had no regrets.

When we faced each other again, desire burned hot in his gaze, stoking my own a second time. Carter captured my mouth, devouring me. He tasted of my musky arousal, and my inner walls clenched again. I still wanted more.

I pushed him onto his back and reached for the box on the nightstand. He went to grab it, but I shook my head. “Let me.”

I tore open the foil packet, then rolled the latex down his length. His cock strained against my hand, seemingly larger and very demanding. I loved how much he wanted me. I wanted to give him the pleasure he’d already given me.

Once he was sheathed, I dragged my hand along his length, teasing him. He was long and thick, and I wet my lips in anticipation of the delicious stretch that was coming. Hovering over him, I notched him against my still-slick opening and rocked down onto him. I paused once he was seated in me, savouring being filled.

Carter let out a groan. “You feel so good. So hot.”

With his hands gripping my hips, I shifted forward until I found the angle I wanted, my inner walls gripping him as I rode his cock, working to push him to the same release I’d already achieved. I sped up, matching him thrust for thrust, racing to reach that pinnacle one more time. I lowered my head and raked my teeth over one of his nipples, and he slammed into me.

“Come again for me,” Carter commanded as he slid one hand between us to rub my clit. His fingers sent ripples of pleasure through me, bringing me close to the edge again. “I want to feel you explode around me when I come inside you.”

His words and the added stimulation drove me higher. When I felt the crest coming, I threw my head back and dug my nails into his chest, screaming out his name. As my body clenched around his cock, he went still under me, his cock throbbing as he followed me over the cliff, finding his own release.

I let my head drop onto his chest, swallowing gulps of air, trying to catch my breath. I was shattered in the best way, but a little afraid at the depth of my feelings. I had to keep my emotions separate, if I didn’t want to get hurt.

Carter’s arms banded around me, and he flipped us so that he hovered over me again. He pressed gentle kisses against my face: my eyes, my cheeks, my lips. “That was intense.”

I nodded, still not able to speak. I’d never felt this type of connection with any of the men I’d slept with since Chad. For someone who was supposed to be a casual thing, it was unnerving. But the sex was great. I might as well enjoy it while I could.

Chapter 17

Carter

The piercing beam of light streaking through the window woke me, and I groaned and rolled over to block it out. I reached for Jane, but her half of the bed was already empty. Her pillow carried the lingering scent of cinnamon and sugar that I had come to realize was her semipermanent state. I didn’t think she went back to her own room; we had fallen asleep wrapped around each other last night, and it had been the best sleep I’d had in a very long time.

A quick check on the time explained her absence, and I felt a little guilty for keeping her up last night. Only a little guilty, though. I wished I had woken up with her this morning, but we had another day game this afternoon, and she had to be at the bakery early to finish getting everything ready. I wondered how she was feeling, if she had any doubts about last night. I definitely didn’t. I reached for my phone.