in my dreams.” My thumb rubs her cheek back and forth. “Tell me that this isn’t one sided.” I hold my breath, waiting for her to answer. “Tell me that it’s not just in my head.” My other hand moves up to her cheek.
Her hands grab my wrists, and I think she is going to pull my hands from her face. “It’s not just you,” she says in a whisper, and I take the biggest leap of faith I’ve ever taken when I lean my head down and crush my lips to hers. She moans out and leans into me. Her hands leave my wrists and move down my arms to my shoulders.
My hands go to her hips again, and I pull her flush to me. When she feels my cock, she gasps, and I take that time to slide my tongue into her mouth. And it’s like heaven, or like I’ve died and gone to heaven . . . but either way, I’m there, and she’s right there with me. Her tongue slides with mine, going around in a circle round and round. My hands finally find the reason for my outburst this morning when they reach her ass. Her plump, perfect ass and I swear it feels so much better in both my hands. Her hands move from my shoulders to my hair, and the kiss that started off soft now gets more frantic. My hands go from her ass to her back up to her neck, and I bury my hands in her hair. Tugging her back a bit, I pull her lips from mine and bend to devour her neck. I kiss her softly at first and then stick my tongue out right before I suck in. She presses her pussy into me. My cock wants to come out and play, and her hands go to my shirt. She unbuttons the buttons and finally loses patience and just rips it apart. Seeing me with my shirt open down the middle, she leans in and kisses a pec softly, and I step away from her. My willpower is stronger than I ever thought possible. But the look of hurt across her face brings me to a standstill.
“What are you doing?” she asks, reaching out with both hands to grab my shirt and bring me back.
“If I don’t stop right now, I’m going to throw you on that bed,” I tell her the truth, looking at her and seeing her smirking, “and as much fun as that sounds, I don’t want to rush you into it.”
“You aren’t rushing me into anything, Carter,” she tells me, getting on her tippy toes now to kiss my neck the same way I kissed hers but biting me harder than I bit her.
“Erin,” I groan when she nips my lower jaw. “You have no idea how little self-control I have right now.”
“I really wish you wouldn’t be cautious right now,” she whispers, and I step away from her hands because if she touches me even a little, all bets will be off, and I don’t want her to regret anything with us.
“I’m doing this more for you than for me,” I tell her, and she looks at me, tilting her head sideways. “If I take you now, you will wake up with nothing but regret.” She doesn’t say anything; she just looks down and then her eyes come up. “You will regret that we just rushed into things,” I say softly. “I don’t want to be a regret.” I shake my head. “Not with you.”
She walks to me, and I’m mesmerized by her. “Carter.” She puts her hand up to cup my cheek.
“Don’t,” I tell her. “If you touch me, it’s all going to be over.” I grab her hands in mine and hold them in front of us. “This is the first thing that I’ve had that isn’t because of who I am.” I swallow down. “It’s the first thing that is just mine that no one knows about or has smeared across the headlines.”
“That’s because you haven’t given them anything to talk about,” she says, looking down at my hands holding her wrists. “This thing.” Her voice trails off, then she smiles. “This is the last thing I thought would happen.” She shakes her head. “Especially not with you.” I roll my eyes. “But you’re right, if we jumped into bed now, I would wake up with regret.” I try not to let her words hurt me. “Not regret that