Page 54 of No More Secrets
Carter’s body jerked hard in his sleep, jolting Summer awake.
“No!” It was a shout of despair, of anger, of horror.
She grabbed him by the shoulders. “Carter, wake up! Carter!”
“No.” This time it was a whisper of pain.
“Carter!” she shouted his name. Straddling him she shook him. “Please wake up.”
He was drenched with sweat, every muscle in his body vibrated. In the moonlight she saw his eyes flit open. There were tears in them.
“Summer?”
She held him to her chest. “You scared the life out of me.” She pressed her lips to the top of his head. “Are you okay?”
She felt the roughness of his beard against the skin of her chest. His mouth scorched a trail over her breasts. And when his mouth closed over her nipple, she felt his cock stir to life under her.
“Tell me what to do,” she shuddered as adrenaline turned to need.
He answered her with his mouth, drawing deeply in pulls that she felt to her very core. His erection swelled against her, parting her already slick folds, probing. Summer moaned. How could she want him so desperately, so fiercely?
She caught a glimpse of the foil packet on the nightstand and reached for it. Her breast released from his mouth with a smacking sound.
“Hang on.” She soothed him with her voice, with her hands. Ripping open the packet she shifted to guide the condom over the broad head already wet with need. Her fingers trembled as she rolled it down his thick shaft.
Carter groaned as she gripped his length.
She climbed back up and leaning forward positioned his crown at her entrance. Summer leaned forward to grip the headboard and let her hips sink down onto him, taking him into her until she was stretched tight. Full, whole, she gasped.
She lifted her hips and slammed down onto him. A cry tore from her throat as she began to ride. Her breast brushed his face as she moved over him and he reared up to take her soft, ripe flesh into his mouth.
Summer’s knuckles whitened on the headboard. There were too many sensations warring for her attention. His mouth at her breast, the impossible fullness of taking him into her. He stretched her so tight, she felt every inch of him as he moved in and out of her.
What was building between them was bigger than them both. This wasn’t just sex. This was a meeting of souls.
She felt thousands of delicate muscles fluttering around him as she sank down his throbbing shaft again and again. His hands found their way to her hips, and he slammed her down on him.
“Carter.” His name tore through her. His mouth released her breast and, as she cried out, found the other aching with need for his attention. It was too much. As he drew her nipple into his mouth, Summer came in an uncontrolled explosion. Carter grunted against her breast, his hips flexing as her orgasm ripped his out of him. He flexed into her again and again he spilled his hot seed into her until there was nothing left.
Shaking, she collapsed on him.
“Thank you,” he whispered against the velvet skin of her shoulder. “Thank you.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Carter woke before the alarm as the sun crested the horizon. It was a new day. One begun with a sleeping Summer in his arms.
He remembered. The dream, the ... after.
Usually when a nightmare gripped him before dawn he would wake shaky, his head aching. It would be a bad day, maybe two. But this morning began warm and bright for him. And he owed it to the woman clinging to his chest.
She had been his shelter, his protection last night. She drove out the dark memories and brought him to the light of a new day.
Another sign. He wouldn’t forget that.
He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and ran his fingertips from her shoulder to her hip and back again. Her skin was the silkiest of cashmeres.
She stirred, snuggling closer. “Carter,” she murmured against his chest. He occupied her dreams, and that had the last tightness in his chest loosening.
