Page 69 of Carter

“It’s okay,” I breathed out. “But you need to get off now.”

“No,” he protested. “I like where I am just fine.”

“You’re squashing me.”

He balanced his weight on his elbows and I sucked in a breath of air. What was his problem? He wasstillover top of me.

“You didn’t mean it, right?” he slurred, those plump lips demanding attention.

I stilled and eyed his mouth for a moment. “Carter…”

“You weren’t serious,” he went on, determined. “I know you weren’t. What we have is too good.”

“Please, get off.”

“Why?”

“You know why.”

He sighed and rested his forehead against my own. My body naturally warmed to him, and I had to shut my eyes to try and not be taken aback by the way he made me feel every time he touched me.

“Carter…” My voice felt weak and uncertain. I was doubting myself. This is what he did. He clouded my firm belief in something and made me question everything.

“Leah…” His lips brushed against my own. Even drunk his hands were skilled, moving down my body slowly, making my breathing hitch.

“Get off me,” I told him inaudibly.

“No,” he replied, resolute. “Please, no.”

When he said the word please, how could I resist?

He pressed his lips against me again, forcing me to spread my mouth apart. I felt his tongue against mine, and I sagged further into the floor. God, it felt good.

“You want this,” he muttered. “I know you do.”

I wanted this, sure, but not under the same conditions. I shook my head slowly, trying to fight this soul sucking man from ruining my decision.

His hand went to the side of my face and his mouth moved deeper against my own. He was an addiction that was impossible to kick the second you tasted it. My mouth naturally took him in, flicking my tongue against his. Fuck, it was good. I felt his other hand gripping my thigh, moving it apart from my other leg. The second he rested his lower body against me, I gasped, feeling his length pressing into me.

“I missed you,” he went on to whisper. “Fuckin’ hell, Leah, my cock missed you too.”

My skin broke out in sweat and my need to grab hold of him to me was consuming. I was so close to letting go. To saying fuck it and taking him. But I quickly broke free of the kiss instead and pushed him off with all my strength.

He fell to the side, stunned and grunting. I speedily stood up and backed away from him. I was panting and my hair was over my face, clinging to the sweat on my cheek. I was wet and needy, and it didn’t help his taste was still on my tongue.

I wiped my mouth to fight against it.

“I’m done with this,” I told him firmly. “I’m not going to play your game anymore.”

He slowly stood up, his face hard now as his hair fell over his eyes. He gripped the kitchen counter to balance himself and looked back at me.

“This is bullshit,” he told me angrily. “I’m not the one playing games, Leah. I know you want me. Why deny yourself that?”

“I’m not going to keep repeating myself.”

“We were fine before!” he shouted suddenly. “I don’t fucking get it! I don’t understand where the fuck this is coming from!”

I crossed my arms, surprised by how quickly this had escalated. “I’m tired of getting hurt.”

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