Chapter 25
SHELBY
Carter was kissing me on the porch and I couldn’t breathe. Seeing him roll up to the farm had felt so right, like this was where he belonged. It was a pretty big difference from the first time he had shown up here, when I pointed my shotgun at him.
Now if I were to point it at him, it would be to keep him here with me forever. Because kisses like these were irreplaceable. And men like Carter didn’t come around more than once in a lifetime.
My body melted into his as his lips crushed against mine. His tongue parted my lips and explored me, reminding me of our night together in his room at the B&B, when he’d eaten me out like he was playing a sloppy harmonica.
That night had only given us a taste of each other, but now I was hoping we might get a full meal.
Not breaking the kiss, he picked me up and carried me into the house. It wasn’t the barn but it would do. My chest was pressed into his, and I could feel his strong muscles flexing. Carter might spend most of his days in an office but he radiated power with every move.
My heart was pounding and all my nerve endings were crackling with electricity. We had joked about Carter coming over, and now here he was. It was nice to know I wasn’t the only one feeling the irresistible force pulling us together.
Carter put me down in my living room but he didn’t let me go. His arms wrapped around me, holding me tight. “I’ve been waiting for this all day. Ever since you showed up to the town square.”
I smiled against his lips. “I have to say, you were looking pretty good in that costume.”
Carter pulled back a little to look down into my eyes. “Have I officially graduated from bad bunny to good bunny?”
“You’re way more fun as a bad bunny.” I got up on my tiptoes to kiss him again.
His hands slid down my body to grab my ass. “In that case, I can be real bad.”
I groaned at the fire skating through my veins. “I don’t want to kill the mood, but you desperately need a shower, Carter. You kind of smell like an actual rabbit.”
He grinned. “Oh, I know.”
He picked me up again like I was his bride, carrying me over the threshold on our wedding day. That image sent more heat spiraling through me. As I giggled against his chest, he pulled me into the bathroom with him.
Between kisses, I got the shower running. Then I peeled off Carter’s shirt, taking my time to study the hard lines of his chest and the trail of hair leading from his bellybutton to his jeans, already hanging low on his hips.
I couldn’t help myself. I kissed over his abs and lower, stopping to unbutton his jeans and unzip them. My hands pulled them down and I nipped at the front of his boxers with my teeth, making him inhale sharply.
“Shelby, you’re crazy.”
“You make me this way. I was a perfectly respectable woman until you showed up in my life.” Before he could reply, I yanked his boxers down and licked a wet line over his cock, which went from semi rigid to rock hard.
Knowing I could make a man like him so turned on was intoxicating to me. It made me feel sexy, which I rarely got a chance to feel out here on the farm. There was no one to dress up for or impress. But today there was.
Carter pulled me to my feet, his eyes burning with desire.
With his strong, sure hands, he stripped me too—although I took my panties off myself this time, folding them neatly on the bathroom counter.
Then we were in the shower, kissing under the hot water, our bodies pressed together, wet and slippery.
His hard length pressed against my hip and I leaned into it, loving how it felt. I wasn’t sure how long we made out like that in the shower, unable to think about anything else until we had tasted each other.
I grabbed the soap and the loofah and started washing him, which was something I had never done before with a man. I had bathed myself, some chickens, some ducks, and even a goat on my parents’ old farm, but never a man. And certainly not one as hot as Carter Allory.
I could spend all night lathering the hard lines of his body. His chest in particular fascinated me. It had a light smattering of hair on it, but not so much it was like running my fingers through a shag carpet. I knew some women liked that, but for me, Carter was just the right amount of manly.
He made quiet groans under my touch, barely audible over the sound of running water, but it was like injecting pure fire into me. The cleaner he got, the dirtier I felt.
Once he was freshly scrubbed, I shut the water off and grabbed us each a towel from the rack.
Getting dry was difficult when we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.
Then he started drying me and I ran my towel over his body, and we couldn’t wait any longer.
Carter picked me up and took me to my bed.
He laid me down like I was precious. His eyes drank in my naked body like he was seeing it for the first time.
As if we hadn’t just been all over each other in the shower.
Carter knelt beside the bed and kissed me, long and hard.
Then he kissed down my throat, to my breasts, down my stomach, and to my thighs.
I had already been wound up as tight as a drum, and by the time he was licking at my thighs, I thought I would explode.
His tongue lapped up my seam before swirling around my aching clit. I melted into a moaning puddle on my mattress, completely under his spell. His thick finger parted my lips, and I gasped at the sensation.
My fingers tangled in his hair and my hips bucked up into his face, but he never missed a beat, licking and caressing me until a hot wave of pleasure washed over me.
I forgot my name, his name, and what planet we were on.
All of my senses were filled with a pulsing bliss, and I floated through it with Carter.
I didn’t realize I was still gripping his hair, keeping his face planted between my legs, until he tapped my wrist in submission.
I let go with an embarrassed laugh and he slid up my body until his face was parallel with mine.
His eyes bored into me deeply, sparking with excitement, and I kissed him.
He rolled on top of me, not breaking the kiss. His dick was a steel rod pressing into me, and despite the wild orgasm I’d just had, my body was crying out to feel him inside me. I spread my legs for him in silent invitation, and he heard me loud and clear.
His hard cock nudged my entrance, brushing against my clit in a way that made me gasp.
“Carter, I can’t wait anymore. I need you.”
“What do you need from me?” Carter asked, his voice a low growl.
“I need you to fuck me.”
I had never said anything like that out loud before, but with Carter, I was doing a lot of things I’d never done before.
His reaction made it all worthwhile. He grunted in surprise.
His eyes darkened with lust and he grabbed a condom from his pants in the bathroom before rolling it on.
Then, he thrust inside me, stretching me deliciously.
Time froze and all rational thought fled. Instinct took over, my body knowing exactly what to do. I angled my hips up to take his slow, steady strokes. Carter planted kisses all over my face and my breasts, like he wanted to be everywhere all at once.
“Shelby, I can’t get enough of you,” he said, panting.
“Good,” I said simply, grinning up at him.
His hair was still damp from the shower, and it was a tousled mess from my hands earlier. His green eyes were as bright as spring grass. Carter was sexy as hell and tonight he was all mine. I decided to make the most of it.
“Roll over,” I told him.
Carter did as I said, and I straddled his hips. Reaching behind me, I grabbed a hold of his cock and guided it to my entrance. I slid down onto him, shivering at the feeling of him burying himself to the hilt.
I rocked my hips over him, hitting the perfect rhythm. Carter bucked beneath me, unable to hold still, which sent a thrill through me. His hands came up to cup my breasts, sending jolts of electricity from my nipples to my core.
Our bodies played a wicked symphony together, and I could feel it building to a crescendo.
My moans filled the room as I ground on his cock, taking him as deep as I could.
My poor bedframe was creaking like it might give out at any moment, but I couldn’t stop, couldn’t care about potential property damage.
My hands clawed at his chest, feeling bright light fill me to bursting.
“Oh shit,” Carter groaned. “I can’t hold back.”
“Don’t.” I sat down on him as low as I could go, and blinding light filled my senses. Sweet fire consumed me, brought me back to life, and then burned me to ashes again. Carter’s cock twitched inside me as he found his own release.
Without separating, I collapsed onto his chest, breathing hard and falling harder. Carter pressed gentle kisses to the top of my head, and pleasurable aftershocks buzzed through me.
“You’re amazing, Shelby.”
I slid off him and he took care of the condom. Then he was nestled back in bed beside me, a little damp from the shower and a little sweaty from the sex. I wiped the thin sheen of sweat from his forehead and smiled at him.
“You’re not the man I thought you were,” I said.
Carter chuckled and it was loud in my ear pressed against his chest. “That’s a compliment, right? Because I can go harder. I just need some orange juice or something first.”
I giggled, liking when he was a little silly. It illustrated my point perfectly. The big, bad bunny CEO of Allory didn’t seem like someone with a sense of humor, but Carter did, at least when he was alone with me.
“It’s definitely a compliment,” I said, running my fingernail lightly over his stomach. “You know my history with your company. Obviously, I expected you to be…”
“Mean?” he asked.
“A monster,” I said at the same time.
“Oh, right,” he said. “I guess that’s fair.” He curled his arm around me to nestle me closer to him. “My visit to Ferris has been full of surprises for both of us.”
I lifted my head so I could see his face. “Don’t tell me you’ve been having fun here?”
Carter smiled. “You know, I really have. I swear, there’s something in the air out here. Because you people have me doing all kinds of things I never thought I would do.”
“Like what?” I asked, watching his lips curve in a smile.
“Hello? You think I’ve ever been the Easter Bunny before?”
I shrugged. “You seemed to be doing a pretty good job. I would hire you again next year.”
“Was I supposed to get paid?” he asked, laughing.
I giggled and patted his chest. “I think you’re already rich enough.”
He looked into my eyes, turning serious. “I’ve never felt richer than I do right now, lying here with you.”