gleam in his eyes sends my hands up his muscular thighs. Fuckable. The word rings as accurate today as it did six weeks ago.
"Houston was work, my Little Aggie." His hands prod my ribs, and I lift my shoulders off the mattress and allow him to draw my top the remainder of the way over my head. "I want to play."
A finger dips beneath the band of my panties, sliding back and forth and back and forth, from hip to hip.
My stomach quivers.
"You actually meant play then?" I ask, my nails pressing into his thighs when he teases my skin a third time without drifting lower.
His low-pitched chuckle spurs goosebumps across my skin. "No, I actually meant fuck."
He jerks the scrap of fabric over my hips and ass in one swift motion and works them down my legs before lowering his body between my thighs and burying his face in my chest.
I shut my eyes and absorb the heat of his skin on mine, his toned abs pressing into my pubic bone. It's absolute bliss—this man.
"Did you know there is a technical term for the fear of being too happy?" I ask as his tongue draws a path around my chest, ignoring my hardening nipples because he is a sadist. "It's called cherophobia. I googled it."
He rolls over, taking me with him. "Why in the hell would you do that?" he asks, biting back a laugh.
Sitting, I straddle him and rise to my knees. I steal the condom packet he waves between his fingers. His eyelids grow heavy as my palm wraps around his cock, and I roll the condom on while explaining. "Because every time things go well for too long, something bad happens. I'm waiting for it now."
His thumbs sink into my hips. "You’re waiting for the bad things?" He brings me forward, and I hover over his chest, allowing his tip to align with my aching center.
I suck his bottom lip into my mouth and release it with a pop. "Not waiting on, so much as expecting it."
His hips shift beneath me, and he holds my gaze as our noses graze. "Does this feel like something bad?" he asks, penetrating further and further into my heat.
Using my palm on the mattress, I steady myself and press back, taking him in inch by thick inch. He sucks air between his teeth when I jerk upright and bury him in my heat to the hilt, a satisfied whimper escaping my mouth.
"Stop worrying, Little Aggie, it's my goal to make you happy." His hold tightens, and he lifts me to my knees until he's in danger of slipping out, then he brings me down, driving his hips up at the same time.
Carter Cooper excels at making me happy. Three times. But how long will it last?
"You promise not to tell Carter about the lingerie, right?"
Looking at Chase as we near my car, I draw an 'X' over my lips. "I promise."
"Obviously, I don’t plan on letting a guy see them, but I'm going to college. You never know. My brother can barely handle seeing me with a scoop neck top. If he knew—"
I touch her arm. "Chase, I won't tell him, and he won't ask. Trust me, he does not want to know what you're wearing to seduce possible boyfriends at A&M." I hit my key fob, unlocking the car so we can hide our packages in the trunk.
"You shopped hard today." I laugh as I rid myself of two bags—a silky little going away number I'll wear for Carter and a flowing dress for back to school—compared to her two fistfuls of bags. Some last-minute college shopping and bonding before she leaves Wednesday. Not that I won't see her. I've filled her in on the best spots and promised we'll hang out. She grins because the extent of her spree was all my fault—welcome weekend alone calls for four different outfit options.
"Hopefully, your mom won't force Carter to break up with me when she gets the credit card bill." I weave my arm through hers and slam the trunk before we turn back toward the shops.
When we arrived late this afternoon, the parking deck serving the mix-use center was full, now everything is quiet. Most people shopping or eating here use the main lots by the businesses they're patronizing. We wound up in the deck—which typically serves the Monday through Friday office spaces and overflow parking—because the bottom dropped out of the sky when we arrived, and traipsing from