Page 17 of Carter

“God, I love you.”

Chapter sixteen

Leandra

“God, I love you”

It’s a whisper, but I hear it loud and clear, echoing in my mind with every pound of my heart. I’m sure I’ve forgotten how to breathe. Speechless, I glanced at him, finding his eyes wide open and lips parted. Carter didn’t plan on saying it at all. It just slipped.

I love you.

Those words aren’t ones that you accidentally say out loud, not unless you’re feeling them. They’re heavy, full of emotion, and not to be taken lightly. I know he wouldn’t take them lightly because Carter’s not the kind of man who would tell someone he loves them without feeling it.

Carter loves me. Carter, the guy who didn’t date because he was too busy working, the same one who hadn’t found the one, the same one who has never said those words to any other woman, loves me? I don’t know what I did to cause an impact this monumental on him, but somehow, between our dirty sex, our dates, our casual hangouts, and our relationship, he fell for me. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel the same about him.

Because I do love him, even if we haven’t been together that long. I have never felt love before, but I'm sure this feeling has to be what love feels like. I’m in love with Carter Grayson Anderson. It's surreal, and I’m unsure if I was falling asleep and dreaming it or if it’s something he said out loud. God, what if I imagined it?

I gulp as I lift my head from his chest. “What did you just say?” I mumble, fumbling over the words as I shuffle to take a better look at his face. Insecurity stings in my stomach, making it constrict painfully. I don’t know what I’ll do if Carter chooses not to repeat it.

Fuck! Carter releases a long breath, holding my gaze. He caresses my jawline with the tip of his finger as he approaches my lips. Goosebumps erupt over my body, and the waiting was killing me. Every second he didn't reply to my question is another second closer to feeling a knife go through my chest. The silence was deafening, almost like it was waiting for the moment my heart shatters.

“I’m falling in love with you.”

Falling.

A word he didn’t use before. I inhale deeply, gathering my thoughts. “Falling, as in you’re not in love with me yet?” I ask him. Carter’s brows lift. “I’m not falling in love with you, Peach.” Carter cups my face and kisses my forehead, pulling away to look into my eyes. He takes one of my hands and leads it to his chest, right over the spot where I can feel it pulsing harder, faster than when I was laying on his chest.

“Peach, I’m not falling in love with you. Because I’m already in love with you. I’m yours. Always.” I can see the love shining through his eyes. “B-But.” He cuts me off before I can even finish my sentence.

“I’ve been yours since we first saw each other on my jet. I’m yours, Peach, and I love you. I’m in love with you.” Emotion overwhelms me, and I’m on the verge of tears, but I can’t help them. I cannot cry right now, but it’s hard not to let the tears run down my face because I don’t know how to process my feelings. This moment right now isn’t a love confession. No, it’s a love confirmation because we both know this love has existed for a while now.

I can tell he loves me. His actions have proven that to me time and time again. Carter wipes some of the tears that have stained my cheeks. “I love you, Carter,” I say, and a smile spreads across our faces. Carter pulls me in close and kisses me. The kiss is sweet and gentle but soon turns passionate and hard. His tongue swipes my bottom lip asking for permission, and I open, allowing him to explore. Our tongues fight for dominance which he wins, but I don’t care because I’m over the moon. I moan into his mouth as he sucks on my bottom lip. He kisses my neck, making his way to my earlobe. “Carter,” I moan breathlessly. As he continues to suck and bite my sensitive skin. I straddle his waist as I lean down to kiss his neck. I lick, bite, and suck his skin, taking his earlobe as I bite it before whispering, “Make love to me, Carter.” I continue my assault on him, going down his neck to his shoulders, where I suck and bite the skin leaving my mark. I lower the trail of kisses to his chest, down his torso, making my way to his V line making sure to kiss and lick along those two lines that drive me crazy.

I hook my fingers inside his waistband and slowly lower his boxers till his cock springs free. God, he’s huge and oh so thick. I grab his dick, lowering my mouth so that I can spit on it, stroking it as I spread my spit all over his cock. I lower my lips taking his tip into my mouth as I suck and swirl my tongue around the tip. “Yes, Peach, just like that,” he mumbles. Swirling, sucking, and licking his cock I hollow my cheeks taking him further as I continue to suck him harder. His hand grabs my hair, pushing my head down further as I bob my head up and down.

“Such a good girl,” he groans as I feel him get harder, and I know he’s close, and fuck, I can’t wait to swallow his seed. I want to taste him. I suck the head of his dick, swirling my tongue around and through his slit. I look up and see Carter watching me. His jaw was slightly open, breaths coming fast, chest rising and falling. “Baby, I’m coming,” he rasped as I tasted him on my tongue— salty and masculine.

Carter lifts my head, letting me know to make my way over to him. I lean down to kiss him as he tastes himself on my lips and tongue. I grind on him as I straddle him.

Slapping my ass, I can feel him getting hard again, and I love that he needs little recovery time. “Ride me,” Carter grips his cock, rolling the condom on as he aligns himself to my entrance. I lower myself inch by inch, making us both moan from pleasure.

I’m soaking wet, and I haven’t even had an orgasm yet, but sucking his cock gets me crazy horny, and I can feel my arousal running down the inside of my thigh. Carter licks his thumb, gathering some of my juices as I feel his thumb pressed into that tight bundle of nerves in my ass. Lubricated with my juices and his spit, it didn’t hurt, but holy fuck did I feel every thrust with a new intensity.

I move faster, fucking him harder as he pulls my hair tighter and continues to push his thumb in further with each thrust.

“Do you like this? You look so fucking good, taking my cock while I fuck your ass with my thumb.” Clenching tightly around him, I moan loudly as I push my hips down and rotate them— bouncing on his dick.

“Shit, Peach, you’re already creaming my cock, I can see it,” he groaned, releasing my hair and removing his thumb; then his hand gripped my hips as he held me tightly and began to thrust faster and faster. “Fuckkkkkk,” he roared, “my cock is coated with your release, Leandra … have you had enough?” I gasp as I let him know that I haven’t. His hips flexed, “no,” I shook my head, and he flipped us over. My back hits the mattress within seconds. His cock stays inside me. He pulls out almost completely before thrusting into me deeply, his eyes wild and lustful. “God, you take my cock so well. Such a good girl,” Carter took in every detail of my naked body as my breast bounced with each thrust moving to the rhythm he set with his cock.

Hitting my G-spot with every thrust, I can feel myself close to my second orgasm. I claw his back, running my fingers along his shoulder and back. One of his goes to grip my throat as his other grips my thigh thrusting harder and deeper. My pussy clenches his cock as I scream his name. Carter continues to fuck me through my orgasm, milking his cock as he roars his release.

Chapter seventeen

Leandra

The next few days in New York go by quickly. I had won the case I was working on for a woman who was sexually harassed, and the company she worked for did nothing to stop it or help her—leaving the courthouse that day with a satisfied smile. This was another reason why I took my career so fucking seriously and why I wanted to expand my services around the world. I lived to help people and bring them justice when our justice system failed them.

Carter had texted me that we should celebrate the win. We would head over to my house in Granite Springs later to have dinner with my parents and sisters. Arriving at Carter’s office in New York, I make my way towards the elevators hitting the 20th-floor button. As I make my way over to the receptionist, “Hi! How can I help you?” I let her know that I’m here to see Mr. Anderson. “Go ahead and take a seat. I'll let him know you are here as soon as he’s out from his meeting,” she says, giving me a fake smile. I walk towards the chair as I wait for Carter. I know he was in a meeting when we talked, but that was about an hour and a half ago.

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