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It was nearing two.Most of the guys had already left, leaving Carter, Hunter, and me at the bar. I had excused myself to use the washroom, and when I returned, I saw Carter and Hunter having what looked like an intense conversation. I stayed near the bar watching from afar, and soon Carter patted Hunter on the back. Hunter grabbed the girl he had picked up earlier, and together they walked out of the bar, hand in hand. Carter then made his way over to where I was sitting. “Would you like anything else?” he asked.
I went to answer when Mike came around and let us know it was last call.
“Just a water.” I smiled back.
“Two waters please, Mike.” As Mike walked away, Carter kissed me on the forehead. “I’m just going to go and settle up the bill.” He winked, and I watched as he walked over toward the opposite end of the bar where Mike was. I sat back down at the table until he came back over. I was getting tired. We had drunk, danced, and laughed the night away. It was honestly the most fun I had had in three years, and a far better way to end the night than the way it had begun. Soon the music changed and one of the first slow songs of the night played. I sat there getting lost in the music, my body swaying. When I opened my eyes, I was surprised to find Carter sitting across from me watching me. He didn’t smile; he just sat there studying me, finally passing me the bottle of water. The next song they played was one of my favorites, “Say You Love Me” by Jessie Ware. A few people ran out to the floor and started dancing. I smiled as I watched them. “You probably want to go. I know you have to study tomorrow,” I said, grabbing my water from the table. Throwing on my light jacket, I bent to grab my purse when I felt his hand on my arm, stopping me.
I turned and looked at him. His eyes had a burning, faraway look in them. Stepping closer, he brought his mouth to my ear. “Dance with me?” he whispered.
I placed my hand on his forearm and silently nodded. He guided us over to an empty spot on the dance floor where he pulled me into his arms, and together, we started gently swaying to the music. At first, I had a hard time catching my breath, but the longer his arms were around me, the safer I was beginning to feel. Soon my head rested on his chest and I felt at home. We stayed this way until the last song of the night finished playing and the bar had closed, and it was at that time that I realized these arms, his arms, were right where I had always wanted to be.
Chapter Nineteen
Carter
Ilay in bed staringat the ceiling. I hadn’t been able to sleep since we had parted ways after coming home. When we had shared the elevator back to the apartment, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her, those baby blues staring up at me, full of want. I was glad when we had come into the apartment and she finally went to her room. If she had kept looking at me like that, biting her bottom lip and playing with the corner of her shirt, it wouldn’t have been very long before I had pushed her up against the wall and devoured her.
For two hours I tossed and turned thinking about the end of the night—dancing with her, feeling her against me as I held her in my arms, wishing that last song would play forever so I didn’t have to let her go. I let out a sigh as I glanced at the clock. There was no point in lying here anymore. I was never going to fall asleep, so I grabbed my textbook and my book light from my desk and went out to the living room. I glanced at her door; it was closed. I let out the breath I was holding. I didn’t want to disturb her, but at the same time, I wanted her to come out here. I sat on the couch, turned the small light on, and started to read. I was finally deep into a case study that I found fascinating when I heard my name faintly behind me.
“Carter.”
I raised my head and looked around behind me. The moonlight was pouring out of Carson’s bedroom door. “I didn’t wake you, did I?” I swallowed hard as my eyes ran over her body. She was wearing a tiny white tank top and panties, nothing else, and my cock instantly noticed and stood at attention.
“No. I want to thank you for tonight.”
“You’re welcome. What else are friends for?”
She reached out and laced her fingers with her own. “How did you know I was there?”
“You don’t think guys talk?” I heard a little giggle come from her. “Hunter told me.” I turned back toward my textbook. She needed to go back to bed; I needed her to go back to bed. When she didn’t respond, I glanced around behind me and saw her standing there, her hands behind her back. I cleared my throat and patted the seat beside me. “Come, sit.”
She walked over, and once she was in the light, I could see the outline of her nipples and knew she was bra-less. As her eyes followed mine, she blushed. She grabbed a pillow and placed it in front of her, blocking my view. I remembered how she loved it when I would suck on them. I could almost bring her to orgasm without even touching her anywhere else, and I found myself wondering if she still loved it. My cock throbbed at the memory.
She sat down close beside me and placed her tiny hand on my leg as she leaned over to see what I was reading, her breast brushing against my arm. I inhaled deeply, that familiar scent of fresh citrus invading my nose. “Looks interesting.” She giggled.
“I’m sure the normal person would find it dry and boring. It would probably put you to sleep quickly,” I mumbled. At times these cases were even boring me, especially compared to what I was thinking of doing to her right now.
She looked down to where her hand rested on my thigh, her soft blonde hair falling into her face. I wanted to brush the hair away from those beautiful eyes, like I used to do.
Instead, I placed my book on the table and sat back against the couch, resting my arm behind her. Without notice, she moved over closer to me, leaned in, rested her head on my shoulder, and deeply inhaled. “You always smelled so good, and I always felt so safe in your arms. I missed them; I’ve missed you, Carter.” When the words fell from her lips, I was done. I turned slightly and brushed the hair back from her face, my hand resting on her cheek.
Her face was pink with eagerness, and her eyes were filled with a curious, deep longing. I hesitated at first, but then I leaned in and gently brushed my lips against hers. She tasted exactly like I remembered. I pulled away, her lips still moist from where I had kissed her. “I hope it’s okay that I did that?” I asked, swallowing hard, studying the look in her eyes. My hand rested on the side of her neck, and I could feel her pulse beating quickly.
She could barely tear her eyes from mine. “Yes.” Her voice was shaking, like she was nervous, or possibly wasn’t entirely sure it was okay, so I leaned in again and brushed her lips, this time my mouth covering hers hungrily. When we parted, she whispered, “I am so glad you were there tonight.” She hastily turned her head away from me, biting her bottom lip.
I placed my thumb and index finger under her chin and lifted her head, so her eyes met mine. She was so warm. She looked into my eyes, desire and want pouring from them. I leaned forward and kissed her, forcing her lips open with my tongue.
She didn’t fight. Instead she quickly pushed the pillow aside, pulled herself around, and straddled my lap. She rested her hands on my shoulders at first, then as the kiss progressed, I felt her wrap her arms around my neck. With her eyes closed, she kissed me harder and deeper, a soft moan coming from her when I rested my hands on her hips and ran my tongue, once again, through her mouth. I was as hard as a rock now and knew she could feel me through my shorts as she ground down on me, another moan escaping her lips.
My hands on her hips, I gripped her tighter. My lips parting from hers, I continued to explore the soft skin of her neck. She let out another moan, and I felt my cock jump. “Don’t do that, Hope.”
“Don’t do what?” she asked breathlessly against my ear.
“Don’t fucking moan like that.”
“Or what?”
I wrapped my hands under her ass, stood up, and carried her into my bedroom, her arms wrapped securely around my neck as she kissed me deeply. I sat down on my bed, placing her back on my lap. With her in my arms, I pulled her forward as I lay down. Soon she lay beside me and rolled onto her back. I raised up on one arm, looking down into her face. My mouth slowly met hers, slowing the eagerness of my kiss. My hand rested on her flat stomach, and soon her hand moved mine onto her breast. My thumb brushed her nipple through her shirt, and she let out another soft moan as she arched her back, pressing her breast into my hand.
