Page 50 of No More Secrets
He threaded his fingers through her hair, settling his thumbs under her chin. “Let’s find out.”
This time there was no wavering. No second-guessing.
The sweet, gentle pressure of his lips on hers had Summer bringing her hands to his chest where her fingers gripped his shirt. He smelled like sunshine and grain. He tasted like nothing she had ever sampled before.
Carter teased her mouth open, and Summer sighed into the kiss as it deepened. The sweetness slowly began to melt into something more intense. One of his hands dove into her hair and fisted there. Her breath caught in her throat.
“God, I love your hair,” he whispered against her mouth. “And your eyes. When you look at me it just guts me.”
She shivered against him and he pulled her in tighter. He took ownership of her mouth under the spring moon. Her heart stuttered and tumbled as the kiss turned gentle again.
His hands streaked up her sides, down her back holding her to him. His warmth penetrated the chill of the evening. She wanted more. So much more.
“Will you take me home?” she whispered. “Please.”
“Yes.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Carter was careful to touch only her hand on the way home. He was worried if he touched her that he’d pull over and ruin what should be something special. She deserved romance, stars and candles, and soft words, not the backseat of a Jeep.
He didn’t want to scare her with the ferocity of his need. His blood was pumping in hot, hard thrums. And still he only stroked her thumb with his.
He eased up to the front of the house, fearful that his heart would explode before he got his hands on her. Summer unfastened her seatbelt and leaned across to kiss him. It was all the invitation the beast inside needed.
Their mouths met in a tangle and the whimper from the back of her throat had him cruising his hands over her curves. She perched on the console, worked him from his jeans while her mouth sampled his.
Her slim hands circled his shaft and pumped. Once. Twice. He felt the wetness seep out and knew he was in trouble.
“Christ, Summer,” he hissed.
He pulled her hand free and returned his focus to her mouth. So much sweetness and need. It tempted him, tortured him.
When her hand skimmed down his body again, he dragged her across the console.
Trying to get out, he found he was still wearing his seatbelt. And he’d left the Jeep running. Yanking off the belt and turning the key, Carter pulled her out the door. Summer wrapped those long, long legs around his waist and he leaned her against the fender of the Jeep.
“I can’t get enough of your mouth,” he murmured. He pressed his lips to hers as his hands cruised over her body. The slim hips, the flat stomach, her soft, round breasts. Her fingers threaded into his hair and gripped as he crushed his mouth to hers.
Carter carried her to the porch. The front door was unlocked, but it seemed so far away.
She unwrapped her legs and slid down his body. When her boots hit the porch she dropped to her knees and with no warning took him into her mouth.
It happened so fast he had no time to brace himself. Those soft lips wrapped around him, taking the head of his shaft into the back of her throat. She moaned, and the vibration nearly sent him over the edge.
“Summer, wait —”
But she didn’t listen. That hot mouth slicked over him again and again drawing him deeper into heaven. He was too close.
Carter grabbed her hair and yanked her up. “Not yet, baby.” He needed her lips off of his dick so he could touch every inch of her, discover all her secrets. He wanted to taste her, stroke her, worship her.
He dragged her to the porch swing, unbuttoning, unzipping as they went. He shoved her down on the swing and dropped to his knees. Her boots were first. He tossed one and then the other over his shoulder. Next came the jeans. He worked them down her hips, careful to leave her underwear in place.
He had plans for that lace.
Carter freed one leg from her jeans and spread her thighs. In the moonlight the plum scrap was the only barrier between him and what he desired most of all. He pressed a kiss to it and groaned when Summer’s legs wrapped around his shoulders, drawing him in.
“Look at me.” His voice was jagged as gravel.
