Page 52 of No More Secrets
Shit.
“Fuck.”
In his thirty years he had never been so caught up that he forgot protection. Not even at sixteen when he had talked Ally Lynch into taking off her clothes in her daddy’s barn.
“Stop moving baby, or there won’t be time for a condom,” he grimaced. He had condoms, didn’t he? If there was a God in heaven, there was a box somewhere. Under the sink in the cabinet maybe?
Carter clenched every muscle in his body and slowly pulled out. Fighting every instinct he had to slam back into her, he ran for the bathroom. He gutted the cabinet, dumping cleaning supplies and bathroom miscellany onto the floor before he found the box in the back corner.
“Thank you,” he whispered. He grabbed two and hurried back to the bedroom. Summer was on her knees on the bed.
“Hurry, Carter.” Her voice was a breathless plea.
His cock jerked as he climbed back onto the bed.
He ripped one of the foil packets open and rolled it onto his shaft as quickly as his shaking hands would allow. The second it was on, Summer was dragging him over her. He didn’t give her any time to prepare. He entered her with a violent thrust, filling her. There was no stopping him this time. He pulled out and slammed back into her.
Her muscles clenched him. A slick, velvet vice.
Her breasts trembled with the force of every thrust. Nails dug into his back, pulling him down against her. Hard nipples teased his chest. The pace he set was furious.
She was made to take him, he thought, as Summer let him ride her into oblivion.
Her nails dug into his back. That little hint of pain only pushed him harder.
He felt her quicken around him. The beginning of her orgasm was all it took to send him over the edge.
His balls tightened and he emptied into her with a force he had never known as she shattered around him.
Summer brought her hands to his face and they watched each other as they came together.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Carter recognized that, though it had been a while since he’d last had sex, it had never been like this. And he would never be the same again.
He rolled off of Summer and, gathering her close, pulled her into his side. He couldn’t get close enough. Not without feeling her from the inside. Her soft silvery blond hair cascaded over his shoulder and chest like a blanket. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
Summer nuzzled in to his neck and sighed contentedly. “I feel like I exploded into a million pieces. Like a starburst.”
Carter stroked her back. “I’m sorry about the condom. I’m not usually in such a hurry,” he murmured.
He felt her smile against his neck. “I should have told you earlier I wasn’t on the pill. I wasn’t exactly thinking clearly either. It was amazing, Carter. You’re amazing.”
He kissed the top of her head. “Are you sure you’re all right? I wasn’t very in control there.”
She pressed a kiss to his throat. “It was perfect. I’ve never felt that way before. So craved, so desperate.” Her fingers trailed across his chest and stalled. “Is this where you were shot?” she whispered, fingers gently skimming scars. One on his shoulder, one over his ribs.
Carter grasped her fingers and brought them to his lips. “Yeah.”
She shifted over him and dropped a gentle kiss to each scar.
“What about this?” she asked, tracing a finger over the scar that split his eyebrow.
“That’s from Beckett shoving me out of the hayloft when we were kids. Landed on a pitchfork.”
“Oh, my God.”
“It’s okay. I got him back by accidentally slicing his leg open with electric hedge trimmers.”
