Page 43 of The Teacher and the Virgin

“Say, yes.”

“You want me?” I squeaked. “But I'm so much younger. I'm completely inexperienced and you're… you're—”

“Old?” he asked.

I shook my head. Yes, he was older than me, by a decade. I knew his birthday as readily as I knew my own. It didn't matter to me.

“You're so worldly and experienced, not just in sex, but in life.” I lifted my hand and waved it in front of me as I spoke. “I'm just starting out. Why would you want someone like me?”

I couldn’t stop my gaze from roaming his face, his chiseled chin and strong jaw, the heat in his eyes.

“I wanted you before I knew you were a virgin. When I found out you were innocent, untouched…” He shuddered, his gaze never leaving mine. “Knowing I'll be the only one to claim you, the only man to ever be in that sweet pussy of yours, makes me so fucking hard. I want every gasp of pleasure you ever make, every scream, all the wetness between your legs to belong to me.”

I felt hot all over. My nipples tightened and my panties were ruined. For nearly a year I’d never seen this side of Carter. He’d been all business, cold and professional. The heat he poured on now was melting all of my circuits. Controlled, calculating Carter was sexy as hell. But caveman Carter was damn near impossible to resist. The way he looked at me made my body ache, desperate for his cock. Desperate forhim.

“I can see it in your eyes, sweetheart. You want me, too.”

I did. Oh, God. I did.

I couldn't deny it any longer. He'd come to the bar for me and given me the most amazing sex of my life. I'd been the one to walk away, to leave him alone in his king sized bed. He hadn't loved 'em and left 'em.I had.I'd used him while he'd wanted more. Yet here he was. He’d come to my house, brought me flowers at work, asked me out to dinner like a gentleman and then told me he wanted to fuck my brains out, the words like pouring gasoline on a raging fire. And the ring. Hell, yes, I wanted him. Forever?

Absolutely. “I love you, Carter.”

He groaned at the three simple words and rose to take my chin in his hand. “About damn time I hear you say it.” He placed a slow, soft kiss on my lips and I melted. “I love you, Emma. Marry me.”

I still couldn't believe it. His actions backed his words, but still… “You love me?”

“I’ve been trying to tell you, but you’re damn stubborn.”

I laughed as he took my left hand and slid the ring onto my ring finger. It fit perfectly.

When it was in place, Carter didn’t let go of my hand, and he didn’t get up off his knees. He stared at me and I couldn't look away.

“Emma? Will you marry me?”

“Yes.”

Of course.

I threw myself in his arms. He caught me and I crushed my lips to his, eager to feel him hard and hot andreal. God, this was real! He was mine.

We didn’t make it off the rug. I wanted to feel him, kiss him, fuck him, but my bed was too far away. I tugged at his shirt until I got him bare chested, pulling his undershirt off over his head. I threw it and reached for the hem of my own shirt, pulling it off.

Carter laughed at my eagerness, so different than the night before, but he didn't stop me. In fact, he helped. He had my bra unsnapped in seconds and I threw it behind me as his mouth dropped to first one nipple then the other, teasing me.

I gripped his hair and cried out at the hot pull.

I frowned when he stopped, a dark, needy bitch rising up from deep within. She’d been hibernating for a long, long time. Years. But Carter’s touch woke her up, and now she was greedy. She wanted more, more kisses, more touching, more Carter, naked and bossy and pumping into her with that wild look on his face.

“Carter?”

He lowered his head to my belly and placed a gentle kiss there, looked up at me through his thick lashes. “I’m going to fuck you, Emma. I want to be bare inside you, but I don’t know if you’re ready for what I want.”

I was pretty sure I knew where this was going, but I had to ask anyway. “What do you want?”

Both of us kneeling, he pulled me forward, chest to chest and looked down into my eyes. “I want to fuck you until you scream. I want you raw. I want to feel every hot inch of your pussy stroking my hard cock.”

“Yes.” I wanted that, too. I wanted to feel him, no barrier between us.

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