Page 67 of Adoring Delaney

His reaction to my words was immediate and it was swift. He surged forward, his cock went deep, and he didn’t stop pounding into me.

My breath fled and my eyes rolled.

“Oh, God.”

“Hard enough, Laney?”

“Yes.”

“You gonna come for me?”

“Yes.”

“Do it.” His thumb pressed harder and I exploded.

“Jesus!” he shouted. “Say it, Laney.”

“I love you, Carter.” My declaration came out in choppy moans as I tried to focus but failed.

Everything was shattering—everything but my heart. Somehow some of the cracks I never thought could be repaired started to heal. That easy. That was all I’d needed. Carter opening up and laying himself before me, giving me everything I’d desperately wanted.

I thought I’d wanted promises. But I realized in that moment I hadn’t—not really. I just wanted to know he missed me as much as I missed him. That he was lonely without me. That deep down he wanted what I wanted. For years I had parts of Carter, I had only what he’d allow. Now I had the rest.

My legs shook, my arms tightened, and my toes curled.

“My sweet Delaney,” he moaned and planted himself deep.

His body shuddered. With one last roar of my name he spilled himself inside of me.

He was right, it felt good to be home.

The knocking had turned into pounding, followed by a man’s voice from the other side of the door.

It was easy to hear considering Carter’s apartment was one big room. Not that I’d paid much attention last night. We’d walked in and Carter tossed our bags on the floor and before I could so much as look around, my back was on his bed and he was on top of me.

For a split second I’d thought about protesting. I’d had time to contemplate my unusual behavior. I wasn’t exactly shy when it came to sex. I knew what felt good, I knew what I wanted, and I’d always felt safe enough to ask for what I needed. And Carter had never denied any of my requests. Not even when I’d told him I read a popular romance novel and wanted to try something new.

He’d smiled so wide it’d split his face and he turned hungry. That may’ve been the first time I’d really understood he was holding parts of himself back. Sex between us had always been good. Really good. But after that night, his careful control in the bedroom had changed. His bossiness had grown to a whole new level and the result was brilliant.

So while we had a healthy sex life, and there had been times I’d initiated sex, I’d never been so forward as to give him a blow job in his truck while he was driving.

I don’t know what had come over me, but hearing him talk about the night he’d spanked me coupled with his admission he’d fantasized about that night while he’d jerked off, made me crazy. Crazy enough to want to suck him off. So that’s what I did.

And feeling my big, strong man quake under me as I leaned across him with my head in his lap and his dick in my mouth was fantastic.

That was why when he’d slammed his mouth on mine, I’d opened immediately. And when his hands went to my shirt and pulled it over my head, mine went to the button of my shorts and I’d torn them off. I didn’t delay. And when he stopped kissing me and moved lower, telling me he was going to taste me, I participated in that, too, actively. With my hands in his hair I’d rocked into his mouth, chasing the satisfaction only Carter could give.

Shortly after we were done, as in right after, I’d fallen asleep.

Now it was morning, Carter had no curtains or blinds on the huge floor-to-ceiling windows and sunlight was streaming into the room.

“Christ,” Carter mumbled and rolled away from me, then rolled again until he was standing by the bed. Completely unabashed in his nakedness, he placed one hand on the bed next to me to balance himself and kissed my forehead. “Get dressed, Laney.”

“Huh?”

It was too early. I didn’t want to get up and get dressed. I was getting ready to remind him it was summer and I had a rule about getting dressed before noon when he reminded me, “Logan’s here.”

“Crap.”

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