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“Do you have an addiction or something?” I ask, not thinking much of it.
“I definitely do. When I’m in training or game mode, I can’t indulge as often as my sweet tooth demands, so hot chocolate is perfect. A sweet treat that I can have whenever I want and not have to worry.”
I hum, thinking about his reasoning. “Your sweet tooth is something to behold.” My memory flashes back to Noah and Gretchen’s wedding last summer and how many cake pops he devoured.
“Right. So, this is my solution.”
“Some of these brands I never even heard of.”
“Those are from the States. They have so many more flavors than we do.”
“Amazing.” Licking my lips, I try to decide which one I want. “I’m going to have a gingerbread one.”
Carter steps up right behind me as I reach for the box, his front pressed against my back. He takes the box out of my hands, causing me to turn in the circle of his arms.
Ducking low so his hot breath fans against my face, he whispers, “Who said I’m in the mood to share?”
His hard body presses against mine, causing me to back up into the counter. My mouth opens, but no words come out. I’m too hypnotized by how close his mouth is.
“You don’t want to share with me?”
“Penny,” he says my name gently, bending even closer to me, “you can have anything you want.”
“What about you? Can I have you, Carter Canmore?”
“Heart, body, and soul, pumpkin.”
The words have barely left his mouth before he leans in, closer and closer. Then, finally, he gives me the sweet relief of contact. Our lips meet in a soft kiss, parting on a content sigh.
His lips feel perfect on mine. So worth the anticipation. The years of waiting.
The kiss turns devious when his tongue sneaks past his teeth and gently licks along the seam of my mouth, then, when he slips his tongue in to dance with mine, I moan.
One of my hands tangles in his damp hair as the other one twists in his large sweatshirt. His kisses are addicting, teasing softly one minute and pressing deep the next. I could do this all night.
Evidently, Carter has other plans. He starts to slow the kiss down, his hand working its way beneath my top. The feel of his cool hands on my skin has me jumping at the sensation.
“I’ve got you,” he says, voice low and husky as he drags his nose down my hairline.
My mew of disappointment turns into a high-pitched squeal when his hand pulls my sweater up and over my head. His shirt goes next. Laughing, I reach for his face and bring him back to me.
“God, you’re so beautiful, pumpkin. I’ve wanted you for so long.”
My hands slip up his chest to wrap around his neck. My shoulder gives a twinge of protest, but there’s no pain. Only Carter. The hair on his chest tickles my palms, but I love the feeling. His rough to my soft. I nip at his bottom lip, and he growls at the action.
The ache that has slowly been building in my abdomen turns into a full-fledged fire. I’m so turned on by Carter’s kisses, his touch and grumbly voice that I can feel the slickness between my legs. I’m wet for him, embarrassingly so.
I open my mouth, wanting to demand more, to demand everything, when Carter anticipates my needs. Carefully but rapidly, he picks me up and heads for the stairs.
What feels like seconds later, he places me on his bed and crawls up to cage me in under him.
“Are you sure, Penny? Because if this is too fast, we can stop.”
“No. I want this. I want you,” I admit to him.
“There’s no going back after this. You’re mine.”
My lust-heavy eyes scan down his body, landing on the bulge that’s straining against his gray sweatpants. If I didn’t like gray sweatpants before, I love them now. Trailing my hand lower, rubbing the edge of the material before dipping my hand inside, I flick my eyes up to Carter’s.
