Page 26 of Carter

His fingers briefly touched my face, and this time there was no denying the affect he had over me. My body went still, even my breathing stopped. He lightly brushed his fingertip along my jaw and gently over my bottom lip. He was gazing at my mouth with this beautifully dazed look in his eyes, and it had my heart bursting inside my chest.

His hand travelled down my neck and along the side of my body. He settled it lower than before, right on my ass this time and pulled me closer to him. His warmth radiated into every inch of my body, and it felt so good.

“Carter,” I whispered out.

“Yeah?” he replied, eyes on mine.

I didn’t know.

I just wanted to say his name, wanted him to do what he did in that bedroom. I wanted that mouth on mine so I could feel all those delicious things again.

Knowing exactly what I wanted, he leaned in closer to me. Our breaths collided as he took my bottom lip in between his teeth and tugged gently on it. I squirmed a little, completely at a loss for words. He totally just bit me, didn’t he? Dear God, it was sexy. He let go of my lip and next I felt the wet brush of his tongue between the seams of my lips. He licked all along my lipbefore closing his mouth over mine. It was the softest kiss I’d ever felt—not that I had much experience—and it was almost too good to be real.

Homelessness? Sleeping in cars wasn’t so bad. Food? Whatevs, I could totally dumpster dive. School? One could get street-wise instead.

None of that mattered if it meant him kissing me with these lips every night.

I kissed him back, showing him the opposite of gentle. I was the passionate one, baring it all, not hiding how eager he made me feel for his taste. I felt heady, heated and dizzy, my yearning for him climbing by the second. He pulled me even closer to him, until he was forced to move over top of me. It was a tight fit, he almost would have crushed me if he wasn’t supporting his upper weight on his arms he’d rested on either side of my head, but it was the best make out session of my life, hands down.

I grabbed a fistful of his jacket to me, determined to keep him there. I needed that connection. I didn’t want him to break free of the kiss and forget all about this. I’d tasted that bitter rejection three years ago and refused to relive it again.

No, not this time.

Our tongues clashed and our breaths were short and fast. I spread my legs wide. Maybe it was a natural thing the body just knows to do, or maybe my horny mind knew exactly what he might do. It didn’t matter. He settled himself in between them and I could feel how hard he was. Goosebumps broke out and I shivered against him, teeth chattering more from desire than from the cold.

Immediately my thoughts revolved around sex. I thought of him naked and pressed against me like this. I wondered if that was the direction we were on now. Were we both going to strip and lose ourselves in one another? Was I prepared to lose my virginity in a car covered in zebra shit? At this point,sure. Absolutely. I could do it. What the hell did it matter where we were anyway? That lovey-dovey romance shit was overrated. Bring on the car sex and rid me of this damn virginity so I could call Carter mine and end this friend-zoned disaster!

He abruptly pulled back from the kiss and rested his forehead against mine. He was breathing hard, and his eyes were closed. I skimmed my lips over his and he turned his face away so it was out of reach.

“Christ, you’re bewitching me,” he panted. “Let’s not get too carried away, Leah.”

“I want to get carried away,” I protested.

He chuckled and climbed off me, and away went my satisfaction. It was okay, somewhat, because he still wrapped his arm around me and kept me flushed against him. I stared at him for a while as he tried to calm his breathing down. With eyes still firmly closed, his chest rose and fell rapidly. He was getting himself back under control, ready to retreat into his reserved state. The Carter State I’d aptly called it.

I smiled, thinking just then of his words from a moment ago. I wasbewitchinghim. “You’re totally into me, aren’t you, Carter? Is that why you’re breathing all hard? I know I’m irresistible, but this kind of knocks even that word out of the waters.”

His mouth spread into a wide grin. Those perfect teeth, those plump lips, the way he peeked at me for a brief moment; these were the small little things that cemented my absolute love in him. They twisted my insides in the best way possible.

“You just taste good,” he finally muttered when his chest returned to normal.

“Likewise,” I replied. “I think our lips were made for each other.”

“Yeah? I think lips are just lips.”

“You know you’re made for me, Carter. You just don’t want to admit it.”

His smile slowly faded. “Nobody’s made for anyone, Leah.”

I rolled my eyes. He was such a hopeless guy. “Maybe you’re right, and maybe you’re wrong. Time will tell. Now kiss me again and don’t climb over me because I’m sure you’ll tear my clothes apart, and I’m not ready for that kind of molestation in the world’s most unromantic place.”

“Yeah, it’s a pretty weird car, huh?”

“Freaking weird is an understatement. I feel like I’ve been swallowed by a zebra.”

“Crazy things make for wicked memories. You’ll look back at this fondly one day, I’m sure.”

We stared at the interior once more before we burst into laughter. I ran my hands over the seat covers. The fabric was soft and it was pretty clean, I guess. He was right. This would definitely be looked back on in the future quite fondly.

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