Page 119 of No More Secrets
Gone was the gentle pressure of his hands and in its place was a controlled violence. His strong, callused hand stroked down her back and lower still until his fingers found her center.
“God, you’re so ready for me,” he whispered through gritted teeth, using two fingers to slowly, reverently part her folds.
“Don’t make me wait, Carter,” Summer begged. “Please.”
With a fierce surge, his fingers stretched into her. Her sigh was a sob of pleasure. Carter fisted his other hand in her hair and worked his fingers in and out of her aching tightness.
“Come to bed with me, baby,” he ordered.
“No,” she countered, pushing back against him. “Here. Like this.”
She heard the rumble deep in his chest as he withdrew slightly only to plunge back into her. Again and again, until she pulsed with desire. She felt his erection like molten steel as he leaned into her. He was dominating her and she wanted more.
He pulled out of her, leaving her empty and aching. But his fingers were replaced with his blunt crown. He entered her on a groan, forcing himself into her core. Summer cried out at the invasion. She never wanted to get used to the feeling of being claimed by him.
He stayed there, fully sheathed in her, for just a moment. She felt him fighting the urge to let go and take.
She shifted back into him, enjoying the exquisite pressure that was already building inside her. She would never have enough of this, of him. He filled her body and soul. He was everything she had been missing.
“Carter,” his name was a prayer of thanks from her lips.
He began to move then in short, violent thrusts that stripped away all control. Flesh slapped against flesh in a race to the edge. Summer found herself there at the razor’s edge of desire, but she wasn’t alone. He was with her, as always.
She felt Carter’s hand glide between her legs. Fingers teased her until she spiraled over in a beautiful eruption of power, of love, of passion. She felt him tense against her, felt him shudder inside her as he joined her with his own climax.
This was love.
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Still joined, they sank to the floor. Carter curled around her, stroking her, whispering dark words of love. She fit here, in his arms, here in this house.
Her entire wardrobe had neatly transferred into Carter’s closet. The furniture she brought with her from the city was stored on the second floor of the little barn, which would soon be turned into the headquarters of her digital magazine. With construction already started on the brewery, Carter had culled out a small crew to simultaneously rehab the second floor of the barn into a spacious loft office.
Summer still took little moments in the day to remind herself where she was. Everything had moved so fast that she was determined to slow it down and enjoy every moment of it.
The man that she loved had carved a space for her that fit so perfectly she wondered why she ever fought it. Her life’s dream was being realized, she had begun to repair the relationship with her parents, and she was planting the roots that she never knew she so desperately wanted.
And she wasfinallyan official member of the Blue Moon Gossip Group.
Life was better than good.
A horn sounded outside, breaking her reverie.
Carter jolted beside her.
“Who is that?” Summer wondered out loud, annoyed at the interruption. “It sounds like a tractor trailer truck.”
“Someone who wasn’t supposed to be here until tomorrow,” Carter grumbled. He eased out of her. “You’d better get dressed, honey. We’ve got company.”
They hastily pulled on clothes and headed out onto the front porch.
“Isn’t this pretty late for a visit in Blue Moon?” Summer asked as Carter held the door for her.
If he answered her, she didn’t hear him. Her attention was on the hulking RV parked in front of the house. Her mother threw open the passenger door and waved.
“Surprise!”
“Mom?” Summer gasped. “But you’re supposed to be in Alaska!”
