Page 49 of Leah

I was too lost for words at the moment, and indecisive about my emotions.

My body was molten lava beneath his touch. His thumb trailed my bottom lip, and he stared down at my mouth like there was nothing more in this life he wanted than to plant his own against it.

At this point I found it hard to care. I blamed the alcohol, but I knew really it was my soul that was high off his touch. My soul, as always, was malleable in Carter’s hands.

And that brain of mine wasmute, mute, muteas can be.

“I want to kiss you,” he said quietly, and I saw that fleeting look of fear in his eyes, like he was treading territory that was on the verge of collapsing beneath his feet.

I trembled, and he waited patiently for my answer. “A little one,” I mouthed out.

“A little one,” he repeated, a ghost of a smile on his face.

“Like, ateensyone,” I explained solemnly.

“Okay, I can give you a teensy one.”

“Okay.”

He dipped his head to me slowly, without taking his eyes off mine. His breaths picked up as he brushed his lips against mine. I shut my eyes and tried with all my might not to move. His mouth pressed against mine, lightly at first, and then harder with time.

The teensy kiss wasn’t teensy at all, especially when my hand snaked up his chest and around his neck. I pulled his mouth down harder to mine.

My body warmed even more when his frame came over mine. His hand grabbed a chunk of my hair, directing my face up to his, silently begging me for more. I obliged, only because I was pretty drunk. The vodka had hit me hard. Alcohol was a very bad thing, especially when it came up against childhood lovers and rock stars, and worse if they were one and the same.

All at once the kiss got out of hand. His tongue darted between my lips, and I parted them for him. His other hand roamed the side of my body, grabbing at a breast firmly. He groaned, and I nearly came apart hearing his pleasure.

His taste.

His lips.

His touch.

I was needy and quaking, feeling his cock harden between my legs. My hands ran down his solid back, and he ground against me. I broke from his kiss and moaned, my scalp stingingfrom the move because he was still gripping my hair. His other hand skirted between my legs, lightly brushing against my centre through my pyjama shorts. Delicious tingles travelled through me, and I gasped against his mouth.

I hadn’t felt like this in so long.

I was flushed and receptive to his every touch. I grasped him to me and let his hands go where they wanted. He broke free from my mouth and kissed down my neck, his teeth scraping against my skin as he sucked.

“Fuck,” he whispered, licking down my collarbone. “I’ve been dreaming of this, baby.”

His fingers pushed beneath the elastic band of my shorts, and I opened my eyes, breathlessly looking up at the dark ceiling, trembling at the trigger of tingles shooting up my body. He rubbed me lightly between my slick folds, and I rolled my hips, encouraging him to keep touching me. It felt like I’d never been away from his touch, and I was going to crumble in a matter of moments.

He cursed under his breath and his mouth came back over mine. He lightly bit my bottom lip, and it reminded me of all the times he did that before.

Too fast.My brain suddenly fired at me.Too much.

“No,” I found myself saying, and I hadn’t even authorized the damn word from coming out.

He paused and pushed up to look down at me with his lusty eyes. “What?” he panted out.

“No,” I repeated, and there wasn’t anything else coming out.

“Too fast?”

I didn’t respond.

He withdrew his hand from my shorts and immediately climbed off of me. I glimpsed at his hands as they shook. He balled them into fists and stared up at the ceiling, his chestmoving up and down, fast and hard. I’d pushed him over the edge with need too.

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