Page 118 of No More Secrets
“Some things don’t seem to be falling,” Summer said, playfully running a finger over the bulge in Carter’s pajama pants. She bit her lip when she saw the light in his eyes.
“Summer, what time is it?”
She pulled his wrist to her face to check his watch.
“It’s almost ten.”
“And what’s our rule about working at night?”
He was playing with her now and she liked it. “You mean the rule where I’m not supposed be on electronics after nine?”
Carter nodded slowly and she felt her pulse pick up. Oh-so-casually she reached over and shut the lid of her laptop. “Oops.”
He arched an eyebrow. “You think that’s going to keep me from punishing you for breaking the rules?”
“Oh, I’msoscared,” Summer teased.
Carter leaned in closer until she put a hand on his chest. “What’s that?” she asked, her gaze darting to the side door.
When he looked away, she slid off the counter and started running.
He caught her in the great room, bringing her down to the floor with a neat tackle around her knees. In a fit of laughter, Summer clawed at the couch trying to escape. But she was no match for Carter.
In seconds he had her kneeling on the floor, her face pressed into a couch cushion.
“I think you need a refresher on the rules,” Carter said, holding her in place with one hand, while his other roamed freely.
When his fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts, she shivered with the thrill. And when he pulled them down her thighs, exposing her flesh to his hungry gaze, she whimpered.
He caressed and stroked until she was sure he could hear her heart pounding in her chest.
She tensed, remembering. “Where’s Jax?”
Carter slapped the curve of her bare flesh. “I’m getting you naked and you want to know where my brother is?”
“I want to make sure your brother isn’t going to come in here and see you getting me naked!”
“He’s with Beckett. They’re working on Beckett’s guesthouse so he can rent it out.” His fingers trailed a path up her back, pulling her shirt with them. “Now, if you’re finished with your questions I have a few of my own.”
Summer moaned as his lips burned a fiery trail down her back. He paused to nibble lightly at the dimple next to her spine.
“Question No. 1,” he said, nibbling the curve of her hip. “Are you happy?”
“So very happy,” Summer said to the cushion.
“Good answer,” Carter said, teasing her sensitive ribs with his tongue and teeth. “Question No. 2. Why don’t we use electronics after nine?”
Summer shivered under his mouth. “So ... so we can spend quality time together without unnecessary distractions.”
“Good girl,” he murmured against her. “Question No. 3. How do you want to spend said quality time tonight?”
He had been so gentle with her since they left the city, making love to her like she was something precious, fragile. And as beautiful as it was, she wanted him to break through that steel-fisted control. She wasn’t delicate or fragile, at least, not anymore.
“I want you so deep inside me that I can’t tell where I stop and you begin,” she told him.
She felt him tense and tremble with lust. “Summer.”
“Show me how much you want me like this, Carter.”
