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The angle…

This glorious angle made me feeleverything. I buried my face into the mattress, robbed of all breath. The pleasure was different, the pressure more acute.

“I didn’t know…” I gasped through a groan.

“Didn’t know what?” he asked, his voice low and tight from his own pleasure.

“That it could feel different.”

He ran a hand down my spine. “Every position feels different.”

The slightest move made me tense as a bolt of pleasure tore through me. “God,Carter…”

“Yeah,” he agreed as he let out a harsh breath. “It’s like that, beautiful.”

My breaths were ragged, and when he pulled out, I found myself pushing back, taking him back into me. He let out a hard groan, telling me, “Fuck, I want to take you so hard, Leah…”

I shut my eyes, uttering, “Do it.”

He gripped my hips and slid into me harder. I felt him at the end of my channel, pressing against a spot that made my body shudder.Wowowow.

“Does that feel okay?” he asked. “Not too rough?”

I could do nothing but shake my head. I liked rough. After my warring emotions, Ineededrough to distract me. He took me in deep and fast, continuing to rub against a spot inside of me that was making me crumble from pleasure. I cried into the mattress, my muscles contracted, and I exploded from within, gripping the pillow above my head tight.

And he just pounded on through. Never stopping. Going harder and harder until he cursed aloud and unloaded inside of me.

“Holy fucking shit,” he rasped.

I knew exactly what he meant.

And just when I thought we were done, the god of a man started all over again.

Sixteen

Okay, now I was really sore. I had another quick hot shower to ease the throbbing, and by then Carter had left to grab breakfast. He was supposed to meet Rome in a half hour to discuss the band plans and check out some guys who were supposedly good at playing guitar. Meanwhile I had more trials to do at the bar.

I finished and slowly stepped out of the stall. God, had I been punched in the vagina or something? Because seriously!

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I grinned like a fool and wrapped a towel around my body. Throwing on some light music, I stood in front of the mirror and combed through my hair.

Was it bad I missed Carter already?

What he did to my body—

I bit my lip, already feeling another surge of desire rush through me. I wondered just then if the want would ever fade. Was this what it was like to be with someone? Did the need ever ebb away?

Was Carter wondering the same thing?

When a knock sounded out, I threw the comb down and hurried to the door, thinking it was Carter. My smile faded when I saw Rome instead.

He looked like shit. Totally in a hangover from hell, wearing a baggy shirt and pants. His eyes widened at the sight of me. “Hey.”

I tightened the towel against me. “Hey. I thought you were meant to meet Carter later.”

“Yeah, I just came to see how you were after last night. It was pretty crazy.”

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