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I shake my head. I don’t need to be any more jittery than I already am. Carter Lockwood is standing in my condo and I can’t wrap my head around all the emotions that are swirling around it. This day has been so weird.
He grabs a beer from my fridge that I didn’t even realize Eric had left there from Superbowl, and yanks the lid off with his bare hand. He stands in my dinky kitchen and stares are me while taking a sip.
“You okay?” he asks.
I shake my head and look down at my hands in my lap.
He sets the bottle down on the counter and comes to sit next to me. “I’m sorry for everything today,” he says quietly, putting his hand to my face.
An unexpected shiver of desire races through me, and everything is happening so fast, but so slow, I’m having trouble processing it.
“You don’t have anything to be sorry for,” I whisper.
“I’m sorry you and your family are going through this. Your mom is obviously beside herself. How areyoudoing with all of this?”
I shake my head. “I don’t know. I don’t think I can process anything until I know how much time he’s going to do. Then I can move on. Or try to.” I fight back tears again, but his hand on my face and the other on my bare knee, just below my skirt, is calming me. Soothing me.
But it’s also arousing me and that makes me feel guilty.
“You’ll be okay. Eric will be okay,” he murmurs.
I gaze into his endless ocean eyes, ones that used to haunt my dreams and replace the heroes in my teen romance novels. “I haven’t asked howyou’redoing. You’re Eric’s best friend. This can’t be easy, since—”
He cuts off my words with his lips. They’re both soft and commanding, and a little squeak and then a long moan escapes mine. I sigh and loop my arms around his neck. He quickly pulls me into his lap, and soon I’m straddling him. We’re making out like a couple of teenagers and I’msointo it.
Gone are the thoughts about Eric.
Gone is my sadness.
Gone are thoughts about my mom, who I hope is resting like the dead with the help of Lord Vallum.
We make out on the couch for a while. I feel like a teenager kissing my first crush. But this isn’t another teenager, this is the very adult and sexy Carter. Suddenly, he picks me up, still kissing me, and takes me to my dark bedroom, and then our clothes go flying.
Once I’m down to my black satin bra and black thong, he gazes at my body appreciatively and a blue flame of desire ignites in his eyes. I suck in a breath as my eyes travel the length of his body, his large package behind his boxers looking like it’s straining to be released. I swallow hard, suddenly very nervous.
Carter then leans down, wraps me in his arms, and kisses me again, our tongues dueling, our breaths mingling. He reaches behind and unclasps my bra, which falls to the floor before I lean onto my back on the bed. I watch as he slides out of his boxer briefs and his large erection springs free.
Am I really doing this? Am I going to have sex with Carter Lockwood? More concerning is—Is that thing going to even fit?
He climbs onto the bed and lies on top of me, my small breasts exposed to him as he puts one into his mouth. My peaked nipple pebbles in response to his warm tongue and I whimper in response. That sensation sends desire straight to the apex between my legs. I roll my hips, wishing he’d just put it inside me and satisfy that throbbing ache there.
After laving each nipple generously, I’m sure my juices are probably staining my bedspread. Carter leans down and begins peppering kisses down my stomach and then a line between each hipbone. While looking at me intensely, he sides off my panties and groans when his gaze lands on my sex. I hold back a gasp. I want to cover it up. I don’t want him looking so intently at my most intimate part.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmurs before spreading my lips apart.
I relax at his words and watch with wide eyes as his tongue darts out and slides up my clit. Then, I cry out. I’ve never felt something so electric or erotic in my life. My hips roll of their own volition, wanting more.
More.
“Carter...” I whimper.
When he inserts two fingers inside me, I moan loudly and grip his hair. His tongue devours my needy little bud and I feel pleasure swirling deep inside my belly. I cry out again. “Carter!”
He pulls off my clit and replaces his tongue with his fingers. “That’s right, Taryn. Let the climax engulf you. Let it take you over.” He swirls his fingers again, pushing down before sliding two from the opposite hand inside. I feel something deep inside my belly causing me to shake. “Give in to it. Let the pleasure envelop your entire body,” he demands.
I heave in deep breaths. I’ve never felt anything like this. My body is about to explode. I can’t take it anymore.
“Yes, come for me, Taryn. Give me that orgasm. I need to feel it on my fingers.” He leans down. “I need to feel it on my tongue.” He licks me from my taint to the tip of my clit, then sucks hard. When one hand reaches my nipple and twists, I scream.
