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“I’ve never touched them the way I would you, Emma,” Carter murmured. “I was in love with you. And seeing you again makes me realize I never stopped.” He turned me around, and I looked into his greenish amber eyes. “It wasn’t easy seeing you in the tabloids with other men either. The only way to get over you was to replace you.”
“Did it work?” I asked.
Carter gently wiped the tears from my cheeks. “Never.”
His touch sent shockwaves through every nerve ending in my body. It was intoxicating and something I’d craved for the past four years. Shaking my head, I tried to back away, but he held me firm. “We can’t do this, Carter.”
Carter leaned in, his lips only a breath away. “Says who?”
I didn’t have an answer, only the burning need to feel him near me, especially when his lips touched mine. My body melted against his bare-chested body, and he pulled me in tight, deepening the kiss.
“Say you’ll stay,” he growled, his voice thick with need.
My mind screamed at me to say no, but I couldn’t say it—the craving to have him outweighed all sense of logic. Carter kissed me again, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth.
Tightening my grip around him, I decided to give in. I didn’t want to think about tomorrow or how hard it would be when I went back to New York. All I desired was this one moment with him. To hell with the consequences.
“Okay. I’ll stay.”
A satisfied moan rumbled in his chest. Picking me up in his arms, he carried me over to the bed and laid me down, the sheets white and crisp beneath me. Carter stood and slowly undid his hand wraps, tossing them onto the floor while I took off my sports bra and shorts. His gaze turned raw when he noticed there was no underwear underneath.
“You’re killing me, Emma. I’m glad I didn’t know that earlier. The photographer would’ve seen a lot more than he bargained for,” he said, lowering his shorts. He was already hard between his legs, making my insides throb.
Carter kept his eyes locked on mine as he crawled across the bed, and my body trembled with anticipation. I’d never felt this level of need with anyone other than Carter. Spreading my legs with his knee, he trailed his tongue up my body, from my clit up to my breasts, and circled them both before biting down on one of my nipples. “God, I’ve missed you. The way you taste. Everything.”
Taking his face in my hands, I kissed his lips, tasting my desire. I didn’t want to think of this as just a one-night stand, but it couldn’t be anything else. “If you only knew,” I whispered back.
He grabbed his cock, and we both watched as he gently circled his tip around my opening, getting it wet before pushing in slightly, inch by inch. I missed the fullness of having him inside me; there was no greater pleasure. Closing my eyes, I trailed my fingers up his back and down his arms, loving how his muscles flexed and tightened under my touch. I felt safe in his arms, protected. “I love it when you touch me,” he murmured heatedly.
His warm breath tickled my skin as he kissed his way up my neck and over my cheek to my lips. Then, with his hands on both sides of my face, he held me firm as he kissed me, harder and deeper with each thrust between my legs. My orgasm slowly began to build, and even more so when Carter lowered a hand to my breast and squeezed, massaging it hard. It felt good when he pinched my nipples—the pleasure and pain of it always sent shock waves down below.
Carter pushed deeper inside of me, holding me tight. He was making love to me, slow and gentle, and I didn’t want it to end. No one knew how to make love to me the way he did. I didn’t want to leave him in California and go back to New York, knowing things would go back to how they were. I thought I hated him, but what I hated more was not being with him. Unfortunately, our lives weren’t on the same path.
“I love it when you touch me too,” I breathed, tears welling in my eyes.
Still pushing deep inside of me, Carter lifted his head and gently kissed my lips. “We can have this, Emma. I promise you, we can.” I wanted to believe him, but it wasn’t possible. Tonight, however, I planned to lose myself in his arms and enjoy every caress. Because once morning came, everything would change.
Carter wiped away my tears and picked up his pace, thrusting harder. I could see the pain in his eyes, and he wanted me to see it. He needed me to know that none of what happened between us was easy on him either.
Listening to the deep groans in his chest, I knew he was close. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I thrust my hips against him and arched my back when he lowered his lips to my breasts, suckling each one. The harder he sucked, the closer I got.
“Carter,” I moaned.
He fisted his hands in my hair, pulling tight as his pace picked up. After a couple more thrusts, my body exploded. Digging my nails in his back, I screamed out my pleasure as Carter growled in my ear, pulsating as he released inside of me. Breathing hard, he kissed me softly and turned over on his back, taking me with him so I was straddling him. He was still hard inside of me, and he was ready for more by the smile on his face.
I needed more too.
