Page 106 of Carter

Ah, I see what he did. He made a decision involving me.

“The people who adopted Teddy? She said I can go visit her tomorrow, and I was hoping you’d come with me.”

“Teddy doesn’t even like me.”

“Now that’s not true,” I huff. “She just needs time to get to know you, and tomorrow is the perfect opportunity for that.” I take his hand. “Come on, you need to meet these people. They’re amazing, and I’m telling you, just thinking about her little boy sleeping with Teddy makes me want to cry all over again.”

Of course I told Nash all about that. How I lost my absolute loving mind when I saw Ryan and Teddy cuddling. Maybe it was the emotions I already had built up over going through my Ryan’s things, but it doesn’t matter. I let it out and it made me feel better. I’ve felt lighter since.

“I would love to go with you,” he says.

I crawl over to him, throw my leg over his so I can straddle his lap. I dig my fingers through his hair and kiss him. His hands go to my hips, holding on tightly, like he’s afraid I might disappear if he doesn’t.

The kiss deepens, quickly heating up and turning into so much more than what I intended. But in no way am I complaining. I can’t get enough of this man. I grind down on him, feeling himhard beneath me. He groans a low rumbling sound that comes from his chest, and my body lights up. His mouth moves to my neck, licking and sucking at my sensitive skin. Always finding the right spots.

“Nash…” I breathe out, hands still digging through his hair as he tastes my skin. “Nash, I want you to fuck me.”

“I want to fuck you, Carter,” he responds breathily.

Hearing those words come out of his mouth does something to me. I already knew he did, just like he knew that I wanted him to. But hearing it… fuck.

“Take me to the bedroom.”

He stands with ease, keeping me in his arms. I tighten my grip around his neck and wrap my legs around his waist as he walks us to the bedroom. I’m impressed with his strength. I’m not big, but I’m big enough, and he’s carrying me like I weigh nothing.

Carefully, he lays me down on the bed and crawls over me, his body a welcome weight against mine. Nash kisses me deeply, his tongue soft and velvety. He works my pants off and takes me into his hand, stroking me slowly before sliding his hand down beneath my balls to press against the spot there, massaging. I moan, gripping him, wanting him to go even further down.

“More,” I beg.

His finger moves down until he brushes my hole, teasing me and making me want so much more.

“Do you have lube?” I ask.

“Be patient.”

His mouth moves to my neck, along my collar bone and to the other side before finding my mouth again. His finger hasn’t stopped, prodding but not going inside.

I tear open his jeans and shove them down.

“I want you,” I moan.

He chuckles a raspy sound against my throat, his teeth grazing against my Adam’s apple. I squeeze his dick, causing him to groan.

“Fuck me, Nash. Stop making me wait.”

He kisses the spot beside my mouth, then my nose before standing. He takes off the rest of his clothes. I sit up and get rid of my shirt as he moves to the end table to open the drawer, pulling out a box of condoms and lube.

“Prepared, huh?”

“For you.”

“That’s not that I meant.”

“Well, now you don’t have to question it. I bought this on Thursday.”

I can’t help but smile at the thought. I knew he wanted to do this, and I love that he prepared for it. And I also love that he’s reassuring me even though I said I didn’t need it.

He jerks his head toward the top of the bed. “Get up there.”