Page 40 of Summer Ride

For some reason that made her smile. “As my mother said, fuck them.”

He chuckled. “Help me cook?”

She forced a smile and waved her hand towards the kitchen. “No, I like watching you cook.” Then she tilted her head. “You’d distract me even more if you removed some clothes.” She wiggled her eyebrows.

With the dark mood behind them, she smiled when he immediately went into a Magic Mike routine and started peeling off his shirt. By the time he was unbuttoning his pants, she was no longer hungry.

When he moved over to her and lifted her easily to the countertop, she forgot all about the letter from her mother and the visit from her brother.

Instead, she focused on how amazing Carter’s hands felt on her bare skin after he’d removed her clothes. His mouth moved over hers, melting her, bringing her body nearly to its boiling point.

Every part of her ached for him, longed for his touch.

How was this possible? Even after six years, this man still could make her feel so much.

“Carter,” she moaned when he hooked his hands on her inner thighs and spread them wide. Then he knelt between her legs and nudged her silk panties aside. When the tip of his tongue pressed against her lips, she cried out and arched, aching for more.

“That’s it, baby, hold onto me,” he encouraged as he brushed his mouth over her again.

She wrapped her legs around his shoulders, pulling him closer. Needing to feel everything.

When his tongue dipped into her, she cried out as lights exploded behind her closed eyes. Her entire body tensed with her release, just before she melted on a moan.

Carter lifted her lax body in his arms and carried her out of the kitchen, through the living room, and up the stairs to the bedroom.

When he laid her down on the bed, she had finally recovered from the orgasm. Opening her eyes, she realized that Carter was standing over her, looking down at her with a grin on his lips.

“Perfection,” he said as she reached up for him.

Just feeling the weight of him over her had her body heating again.

“I need you,” she said as everything started floating. The wine had done its job in relaxing her, as had the orgasm.

What will life be like years from now? Would he still be able to make her come so quickly? Would her body heat and ache for his touch with just one look from him?

“Please,” she said when he started kissing her slowly. “I need you now.”

She felt his chest rumble with his laughter, so she dug her short nails into his sides. He hissed and then laughed out loud.

“Witch,” he joked, then he leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth. “I’m starved,” he said against her skin. “Let me take what I want.”

He ran his mouth slowly over her skin as his fingers traced over her slowly, then slipped inside her.

He was driving her nuts and doing it on purpose.

“Two can play at this game,” she said, reaching for him. When she cupped him and started stroking him, his hiss of pleasure was pure joy to her ears.

“Witch,” he said again as he circled her wrist and held her arms above her head.

“Give me what I want,” she warned, wrapping her legs around his hips, and trying to pull him into her.

He laughed. “What are the magic words?”

She stilled, remembering the words he’d said to her not so long ago. Could she say them to him now? There was no doubt that she loved him. Not if she looked deeply enough.

“That’s not what I meant,” he said into her ear. “You’ll tell me that when you’re ready. For now, I want to hear you beg.”

His breath sent waves of goose bumps rising all over her skin.