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Personally, I just complied because I thought it would be easier.
Growing a little bit annoyed with myself because I wish I was more like Carter, I say, “I’m going to get us some snacks.” I rise, about to walk into the kitchen when Carter suddenly clasps my hand in his. A current rips through me and I look down, seeing him look up at me with intent in his eyes and they’re not dead anymore. They’re so alive that the air crackles around us.
“Carter...,” I pant and he takes the opportunity to lean back and take me down with him. I melt into the man, my legs mold around his, my breasts sink into his chests and our hips attach. I don’t even care that his belt buckle is digging into my skin. I want him to be all over me. I want to be on top of him, underneath him and he must’ve seen something in my eyes because he cups my face in his hands.
“If I wanted more,” he frowns and his thumb strokes my jawline, “if I wanted you to be mine, would you let me have you?”
He’s probing. Trying to open up my chest to see what’s inside and I should have some self-preservation and tell him thatnah-ah, I know what you’re like. I wouldn’t be so stupid that I agree to give my heart to a man when I’m not sure he deep down wants it. But since, I have very little self-preservation, I nod.
His frown deepens. “It’s not part of the agreement.”
“We don’t have to stick to the rules.”
A grin crosses his face before he groans, “That’s my girl.”
He clasps my neck and crushes my lips against his. I levitate the moment our breaths and tongues entwine. He tastes of masculine perfection and my hand slides over his chest, over his muscles that he gained through sheer discipline. Wiggling against him, I moan when he deepens the kiss and my nipples harden. I want to strip for him, take everything off just so our naked skin can breathe together. My need for him makes my head spin and my pulse speeds up when I realize that his heart is thrashing.
There’s so much that he has experienced. He has seen everything, should be jaded and yet I dosomethingto him. I make him react, I make him pulse and I feel him come alive underneath my hands. Threading his fingers into my hair, he tugs a little and I let out a rough moan. The kiss turns desperate in response and his arms wrap around me tighter until I can’t breathe.
But who needs to breathe, when Carter provides a better alternative.
He doesn’t make me regret this, sliding his lips down my throat and I feel like I’m burning. My panties soak, my tummy tightening from withheld breaths and my thighs clench, toes curling. I slide a hand underneath his sweater, rubbing his back and touching his skin wherever I can. I never knew a man could be this hard and those rumors about Carter’s excellence are definitely true. He’s not slacking out in the field, that’s for sure.
Pulling away, I murmur, “You’re such a good kisser, I could go on forever like this with you.”
His eyes have gone hooded but suddenly that alive, tender expression that was there just now shuts down.
I knew it. He’s going to pull away. I’m disappointed but I knew he didn’t have it in him. It stings but at least I’m happy that this didn’t happen once I had developed deep feelings. He opens his mouth, about to say something but I cut him off by pressing my lips against his once more.
I’m not upset. I’m okay.
And his talented mouth makes me forget about the disappointment. I gasp when his groping causes my dress to slide down my shoulder and my bra pops out. It’s cutesy, lace everywhere and Carter frowns, hooking his finger into the string.
“You wore this for me?”
I barely make out what he’s saying because his voice has gone hoarse. I nod, flicking my hair over my shoulder. “Do you like it?”
His brows curve. “Do you usually wear this kind of stuff?”
“No...duh,” I say, rolling my eyes, “this is all for you.”
He swallows and his eyes trace over my face. “I want the real you, squeak. No fuss, no frills...just Jean.”
I’m flattered even though I probably shouldn’t be but I am. He can ask me for whatever he wants...heck, he could ask me to put on a wig and give him a lap dance but all he’s asking for is me. Now it’s my turn to swallow. “Think I can give you that,” I murmur, before tilting my head to the side, ”but why do you keep calling me squeak?”
Something roguish flares in his eyes and he squeals, “Eeee...”
Flushing, I smack him in the chest. “You’re such a dick,” I groan. “And that’s not how I sounded.”
“That’s exactly how you sounded,” he chuckles, “a little squeak terrified of giving up her virginity to a mean fuck like me.”
“Was not terrified,” I mutter/lie. “And for your information, I happen to think you’re pretty great so...”
Gasping, I twitch when he suddenly attacks me with his mouth and this time, I catch a hint of something vulnerable flashing in his eyes.
****
For about a week, we’ve been meeting up every night but we still haven’t slept with each other. He’s holding back and I get the feeling that he wants my first time to be...special. The thought flatters me because I know Carter is not the kind of man who jumps through hoops. He doesn’t like to be bothered, he doesn’t like things that are complicated because his job is difficult enough as it is but with me, he makes an effort.
