of pink.
“I like your hair.”
She reaches up to touch it, like she needs to refresh her memory of it. A nervous smile curves her lips and her touch becomes self-conscious.
“It’s my natural color.”
It’s a myriad of browns, shot with a coppery gold in the waves that fall around her face. It’s perfect.
“God got it so right when he crowned you. It’s beautiful.” I reach out and brush it off her shoulder, the tips of my fingers skimming her collarbone before I pull my hand back.
“God got it so right when he sent you to Winsome. I’ve missed you this week. So, very much.”
She holds her arms out to me and I don’t need any more invitation than that. I step into her and wrap my arms around her, too.
As soon as we touch like this, the emotions I was feeling are infused with lust and I’m at war with my own desire again.
“Touch me, Carter.” she says, and it’s almost a moan.
“Where?” I ask gruffly in her ear.
“Everywhere. Anywhere. Your hands feel so good.” She murmurs, but her voice has ceded that drowsy sensuality to the urgent lust that’s gripping both of us.
I let go of her waist and slide one hand up to cup the back of her neck and the other down to grasp a handful of her lush ass. She licks her lips and undulates her hips against me.
“I feel so wild,” she says and her voice is full of desperation. I look down at her face and she’s staring up at me with her glassy, lust filled cerulean blue gaze. They dart to my mouth and then she bites her ripe lower lip. I don’t need any more invitation than that.
We groan in unison when our lips meet and any space that existed between us disappears in the frenzied fusion of our bodies.
Her tongue slides across my lower lip and I open my mouth to let her in. And that’s it. I’m lost in her web of starlight, magic and sex.
My hands work on unfastening her jeans, then they slide down the soft, silky skin of her stomach and skim the ruffle of lace before my fingers slip underneath it.
My fingers find the wet spot in her panties and press in, pushing into her through the fabric while my thumb finds her clit and starts to rub. She gasps, breaking our kiss and shudders against me. Her fingers scrambling as if she’s afraid she’s going to fall.
Her lips stay touching mine, her mouth open as she pants long, hot puffs of air into my mouth. Her eyes are squeezed shut and her face is taught with pleasure. I pull her panties to the side and let my fingers finally feel the silken, wet heat of her. I slip one finger inside, and my knees feel weak at the soft, wet, greedy flesh that clamps down on it. I pump in and out of her.
“Are you this wet all for me?“ I push my thumb back to her diamond hard clit.
“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 hotly in her ear.
“Like flying.” She gasps.
She lifts her head, her eyes fly open and her pussy clenches down on my finger. Those paradise blue eyes slay me, they’re startled wide and full of her whole heart. There’s music in them that hear as clearly as I hear her calling my name when she falls apart in my arms.
“My breasts…they’re aching. I want—” Beth whispers in my ear.
Like she even has to ask. I lift her shirt and she leans back to give me access. Her nipple is fat and round and when I close my lips around it, it swells against my tongue. Her hands find my hair and she tugs when I bite the rounded side of her breast before I pull her nipple into my mouth.
And then music floods into the room and light flashes. I look over at the open door to find Etta standing there.
27
YOU’LL HAVE TO KILL ME FIRST
CARTER
“You bitch,” she shrieks before she turns her burning hot eyes to a dazed Liz. She takes another picture as we scramble to straighten our clothes.
“Etta, what the hell?” I say as I try to take it from her.
Etta presses something on her phone and then turns to walk away.
“She took my picture,” Beth’s outrage is all over her face and she shoves her