Page 21 of No More Secrets
Carter dipped his thumbs into the waistband of her jeans and found the lace that he knew was the color of spring skies thanks to Clementine. He pressed firmly with both thumbs, his fingers fanning out over the gentle curves of her hips and waist.
She was thin. Almost too thin. Delicate bones wrapped in satin skin. Tight muscles demanding his attention.
Her breathy sigh had his cock straining against his zipper.
He circled his thumbs lazily, trying not to apply too much pressure or rest his weight on her. He felt the knots and probed gently, searching for the release. Every time Summer moved or moaned under him another drop of sweat would appear on his forehead. It was a cruel joke. He had spent the afternoon unintentionally torturing her, and now she was returning the favor.
“How’s that?” He fought the gruffness of his tone with the gentleness of his hands.
“Much better. Thank you,” Summer murmured.
Reluctantly, Carter pulled his hands out of the waistband of her jeans and picked up the warm sock. “I’m going to put this on your back for a few minutes. The heat should help the muscles relax.”
“What is it?”
“It’s a fancy farm heating pad. A tube sock filled with rice. You microwave it and it holds the heat.”
“I need one of these at home,” she sighed.
Carter shifted off of her, trying to ignore the throbbing the movement caused for him. He ran his hand down her leg and pulled her foot up for a better look. Blisters from the new boots.
“Stay here.” He was grateful that she had her face buried and didn’t see him leave the room with a hard-on. He headed down the hallway to his bathroom where he collected a box of waterproof bandages and some antibiotic gel.
She was still facedown when he returned. Sinking down on the bed next to her, he ran a hand down her leg and pulled it back toward him.
“What are you doing?”
“Your feet are a mess,” he said, gliding gel over a blister and fastening a bandage in place.
“Are you going to say ‘I told you so’?” she asked mournfully.
“I’m not my mother.” He covered another blister and then reached for her other foot. “If she were here you would have heard it about six times already.”
“But you’re thinking it, aren’t you?”
“I’m thinking that you’re in unnecessary pain because you’re stubborn.”
“That sounds about the same as ‘I told you so,’” she mumbled. Carter smiled.
Summer’s phone rang from the nightstand. “Can you see who that is, please? I’m not ready to use my body yet.”
He picked up her phone. “Caller ID says The Wolf.”
“Crap.”
“Not a fan of the Wolf?”
“No, he’s just another one who would say ‘I told you so.’”
Carter hit Ignore and returned her phone to the nightstand. “Boyfriend?” He congratulated himself on not choking on the word. The fantasies he was having right now were not appropriate if she belonged to someone else.
Summer snorted. “Niko? No. We’re just friends. His type is more model than human being.”
Carter started on her other foot. “What’s your type?”
She laughed. “I don’t think I’ve dated anyone long enough to determine if I have a type. Smart. Someone who can carry on a conversation without mentioning how many ad campaigns they landed last year or how many hours they spend with a trainer in a week. Generous. Someone who does things for others without weighing what kind of return he’ll get out of it.”
“It sounds like you spend time with some interesting people.”
