Page 87 of No More Secrets
Lifting her up, he placed her on the edge of the table. “I want you to come with me,” he said, his gray gaze drilling into her. He slid two fingers into her wet center. “Can you do that for me, baby?”
Summer nodded and opened her legs wider.
“Good girl. Now hang on to me, because this is going to be fast and hard.” Carter pushed her thighs apart and yanked the thin scrap of her underwear to the side. He gripped his cock and stroked it once, twice, before guiding it to her core. His hands slid under her ass and lifted her as he speared into her. Summer instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist and gripped his shoulders.
His eyes didn’t leave hers as he slammed into her again and again. Her eyes were half closed, but still their gazes held.
“I need to taste you.” He ground out the words over clenched teeth. Carter lowered his mouth to her breast and with long, deep pulls drew her over the edge.
“Carter!” she gasped out his name as she felt herself tighten around him. It blazed through her like electricity.
He grunted against her breast and she felt him jerk inside her, again and again, knew he joined her as their world fell apart.
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Their tryst in the kitchen took just enough of the edge off that they decided to order a very late dinner back at Summer’s apartment.
“I can’t believe you just ordered Chinese at midnight,” Carter said peeling off her shoes. “Everything but the bars back home close by nine.”
“Perks of city life, my country mouse,” Summer said, leaning back against the pillows of the couch. His big hands enveloped her foot and absentmindedly began to rub.
Summer purred. “This makes me think of the backrub you gave me my second day on the farm.”
Carter looked pained. “That was torture for me.”
“For you? I was the one with spasms!”
He switched feet and started rubbing the neglected one.
“I was straddling you on a bed, touching you in an intimate place trying not to grind my hard cock into you while you moaned in a pillow. Fucking torture.”
She threw her head back and laughed. “I’m glad I wasn’t the only one suffering from trying to behave.”
“You’re starting to make me think you like torturing me.”
“I like knowing that you want me.”
The look he gave her, molten steel, had her stomach trembling.
“I’m so happy you’re here,” Summer sighed, running her finger tips across his chest and down his stomach, tracing lines and following curves.
Carter grabbed her wandering hand and pulled it to his lips. “I’m glad I’m here, too. I like seeing how you live here.”
“It’s no Blue Moon.”
He laughed and nipped at her finger. “No, but you certainly have some characters here, too.”
“They all seemed to be appropriately taken with you,” Summer said, snuggling closer. “I think there will be some very eager readers when your article comes out.
“They only like me for my pretty face.”
He wasn’t far off, Summer thought. But the outside was what mattered in this industry, and being blessed the way Carter had been in that department only meant that his value sky-rocketed.
“Your friend Nikolai seems moderately human,” he said.
“Yeah. He’s a good guy. A womanizer, but a good guy.”
“Did you ever ...” Carter let the question hang in the air.
