hard, trying to get deeper, knowing it’ll never be deep enough.
Her back arches. She sobs my name and digs her heels into my ass, her hips grinding against mine, pulling me deeper. Her pussy clenches around me
“Yes. Oh my God. Carter. It feels…”
Whatever she was going to say gets lost in a moan, and she drops her forehead on my shoulder. “Tell me,” I demand in her ear.
As she comes down from her orgasm, she presses her lips to my ear. “Like flying,”
Carter
A Wolfe In Queen’s Clothing
It’s almost dawn when I slip out of the warm, tangled nest of Beth’s bed and slip my clothes back on. I’ve waited as long as I can to leave, but our flight leaves in a few hours.
I press a kiss to her dewy cheek, and her eyes pop open.
“Are you leaving?” Her sleep husky voice is barely a whisper.
I nod. “I’m going to miss you.”
Her sigh, though only barely audible, is unmistakably pleasure laden.
“Not as much as I’ll miss you.”
My heart gives a hard thud of approval, and I wish I could stay here with her…forever.
I flip on the light on the bed side table and smile at her squinty-eyed frown. “Come with me to the house, you can help me pack.”
She shakes her head. “I’ll just be in the way.” She turns the light off again. “And I don’t think your dad and brother like me.”
I turn the light back on. “Jack doesn’t like anyone. And my dad hates being down here. He’s just tense. It wasn’t you.”
She leans up. “I’ll still be in the way, and I hate goodbyes. Just kiss me and say see you later.”
I cup the back of her head to stare down into her face one last time. I memorize the way her hair feels between my fingers and how delicate the bones of her skull feel beneath my hand. I keep my eyes open and commit to memory the way her eyes flutter before they close, and the way she whimpers as soon as my lips touch hers. I memorize the flavor and texture of her mouth, I mimic the movements of her tongue and the nips of her teeth, the tug of her lips so I can replay this kiss when I’m desperate for one, but out of her reach.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I break our kiss. She lies back down, and the sheet covering her slips to reveal the tops of her breasts, her nipple jutting just below the edge of the sheet. I groan, lean down and give each one a slow, hard suck.
She moans when I lift off her. “Lay down, let’s make each other come again.”
I shake my head in mock disapproval. I stand and gaze down at the vision she makes, wrapped in the sex tousled sheets so white against tan skin. She tugs the sheet down, revealing her breast. I bite my fist and groan. “You’re such a bad girl.”
She smiles. “Only for you.”
I lean down, press a kiss to the soft skin between her breasts and allow myself one last, long leisure suck of each of her dusky brown nipples. “You won’t let anyone else have you this way?” I ask when I lift my head and meet her eyes.
Her limpid blue gaze clears, and she sits up “Only for you.” She repeats. “All of me.”
I grunt in satisfaction and heave myself off the bed before I fall over. “I want to tattoo that promise on your ass and sign my name right below it.”
She smacks my arm. “I’m not the one who’s going to have every woman with a television set in love with me after Friday night.”
“But you’re the only one I’ll ever love back.”
She shakes her head. “Don’t make me promises like that.”
“I want you to promise me that after I’ve kept a few, you’ll stop asking me not to make them.”
She nods, her smile wide. “It’s a deal.”
“Good. And you watch on Friday. I’ll send you a special message.”
“I’ll be watching.”
“See you later.” I give her a hard, fast kiss and rush out to my car.
My phone is dead when I pull it out of my pocket, but I don’t need to see it to know that there are missed calls and increasingly irate texts from my father.
It’s raining hard when I turn into the lake house’s drive, and I’m relieved to find the house completely dark. My dad must have given up and gone up to bed.