Page 73 of No More Secrets
Franklin pulled Summer in for a one-armed hug. “It was a pleasure meeting you, even under the unfortunate roof and robe circumstances.”
“You make a mean ziti, Franklin. I’ll be thinking of you when I’m back in New York trying to find a good Italian place.”
“Anytime you get hungry, just come on back,” he chuckled.
And just like that they were alone in the barn.
Wordlessly, Carter slid the door closed and turned to face her.
Lit only by candles, the room flickered with shadow and flame. He looked like equal parts angel and devil. How could something so breathtakingly perfect belong to her?
Summer didn’t realize she was backing away until she felt the rough edge of the table behind her.
“You look beautiful tonight.” He said it quietly. He hadn’t touched her yet and already her blood was humming.
“You look pretty good yourself,” she said, smoothing the t-shirt over his chest to break some of the tension she felt rising in her body. It fit just as she’d imagined it would. Soft cotton layered over hard muscle.
He brought his hands to her waist and moved between her legs. She opened her thighs wider for him, dragging her hemline higher.
“Thank you for the shirts,” he said softly.
“Thank you for ... everything, Carter.” She meant it. The past week had taken her to places she never expected. Sparked feelings she didn’t know she was capable of having. She felt ... hope. She wasn’t ready for it to end.
Carter brought his fingertips to her face. Tracing along her jaw, her neck, they threaded into her hair.
“Kiss me, Summer.” His whisper brought a tremor to her body.
She leaned into him, laying her lips on his, savoring the taste and texture of the raw power that he kept leashed.
He let her lead, let her gently deepen the kiss until it bloomed like a flower under the sun.
She ran her hands up his arms, over his chest, gripping his shoulders.
She felt him harden against her and cuddled into him closer.
“Do you know what I thought about all evening?”
Summer shook her head, letting him gently ravage her with his lips.
“This.” He slid his hand under the skirt of her dress and with a deft thrust, stretched two fingers inside of her. Summer felt her knees buckle at the invasion. Her thighs quaked as they tried to close against Carter’s legs, but he merely moved in closer, forcing them farther apart.
He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. “Open for me, beautiful,” he whispered against her. His tongue and fingers entered her.
“I love how you touch me,” she whispered against him.
Without breaking contact with her mouth, he freed himself from his jeans and brought the head of his cock to her wet center. He lifted her onto the edge of the table, spreading her legs wide.
He let her grip his shaft and guide it between her damp folds. Back and forth, she worked him with her hand sliding him against her until she trembled. His tongue rubbed against hers in a kiss so carnal it scared her.
“I thought about taking you like this,” he murmured, moving his lips over her jaw, down her neck. “Then I thought about bending you over the table.”
His voice caught as she brushed her thumb over his sensitive tip.
“What did you decide?” she asked, biting his bottom lip.
Carter growled low in his throat.
“This.” He pulled back just enough to drag on a condom before lifting her in his arms.
