Chapter Fifteen
Harley
From the moment Carter’s lips touched mine, a fire lit inside me, sending heat to burn through my body and pleasure skyrocketing right on its heels.
He touched his tongue to my upper lip, and I couldn’t help it. I let out a small moan as I granted his silent plea, and opened my mouth giving him access.
He growled as his hands went from my hair to my neck, and down the sides of my body, to my ass where he squeezed in a universal demand. I jumped up, and rounded his hips with my legs.
“Do you know how much I thought about kissing you?” He murmured as he turned and walked from the kitchen and down the hallway. “It was becoming an obsession. I couldn’t sleep, I was barely eating because all I wanted was to taste you.”
He didn’t give me a chance to answer before he kissed me again. As he stopped in front of the door of his room, he pushed them open and strode inside.
He bent his knees, and I released my legs as he lowered me to the floor.
His hands went from my ass and up, to the hem of my oversized hoodie. Slowly, so painfully slowly, he grasped the hem and started pulling it up. “Can you even imagine how many times I’ve dreamed about your skin? Wondering if it was as soft as it looked like. Would it ever have my mark on it.”
All I could feel was him. All I could see was the fire burning in his eyes as he lifted the hoodie over my head, and dropped it unceremoniously on the floor.
“Fuck me.” he muttered when he revealed I had nothing underneath except my painties.
I shivered, but not from the cold. “I don’t like to sleep with my bra on.”
I didn’t know why I said that to him. I just blurted it out.
Carter arched his brows, “You mean to tell me that every morning you sat beside me in nothing but that damned hoodie?”
“I do have my panties on,” I shrugged.
“Hm,” he hummed, his hands going up, gliding over my overheated skin until he cupped my breasts gently. I arched my back, pushing them deeper into his palms, asking for more without any words.
He pulled back, his eyes traveled the length of me, until they met my gaze, “Dynamo, you’re a fucking vision. A dream came true.”
He reached out then, and dragged his knuckle across my sternum, down the middle of my body, right to the edge of my white, lace panties, his eyes following its path and spreading goose bumps along the way.
I started panting, goose bumps erupted all over my skin, and my mouth went dry. It was such a hot move, I was barely keeping my feet.
Just the touch of his finger against my skin was making me feel drunk. Drunk on Carter. Drunk on lust.
How was it possible to want someone this much? To need him on such a basic level there were no words, no melody to describe it? Only a carnal need.
“Do you have any idea how obsessive I’ve become with wondering about this right here?” He dipped his finger right over the edge of my panties, but still not touching me where I needed him most. “How perfect would this be? How pretty? How good would it taste?”
A surge of wetness hit me with each of his words.
A sweet pain gathered between my thighs, my breast felt heavy and I needed his hands on me, his mouth. His cock inside me, filling me.
His finger traced the edge of my panties from one hip to the other, sending shivers right to my core, and then he suddenly grasped them at the sides and tore them down my legs.
He put his palm flat on my middle, his eyes drowned with need. He looked up, and murmured, “Lie back, Dynamo. I want to take my fill.”
He gently pushed, and I fell back on the bed.
Carter unhooked my panties from my legs, lifting each one to the bed in the process. His palms glided over my shins to my knees, and he put gentle pressure there pushing my knees apart, “Spread those pretty legs, baby. I wanna see all of you.”
His voice turned rough, scraping at my skin in the most delicious of ways.
I squirmed on the bed, but did as he asked me, and opened myself up to Carter completely.
“So fucking pretty.”
He ran his knuckle down my center, and I trembled.
“Carter,” I gasped.
Even with that gentle touch he was making my head spin.
He leaned down to my center, going to his knees in front of the bed, and his tongue lashed out making me jump. With each swirl of his tongue he was pushing higher. Two of his fingers circled my entrance, and then pushed achingly slowly inside.
I grasped at the air, unable to get to him, to put my hands on his because he was out of reach kneeling on the floor in front of me.
“Carter,” I called, desperation clear in my tone.
He ignored my plea, and instead stopped and pulled away, “Do you know how many times I’ve pictured you just like you are now while I stood under the cold spray of my shower?”
I felt my eyes going wide. He glanced up at me, a cocky smile playing on his mouth, “I can’t even tell how many times I fisted my cock, thinking of you, and came with your name being the only thing I knew. Have you done that, Dynamo? Have you touched your pretty pussy while thinking of me?”
I nodded my head without a trace of shame. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t lie. Not to him. Not about this.
He smiled wickedly, and grasped my hand. Gliding both of our palms down my side, he pulled it to my center, “Feel how wet you are for me, Dynamo. Feel the slick heat of you that’s waiting for me. Watch me watching you and drinking in all that beauty, and show me how you did it.”
As if I was his puppet and he was my master, I rubbed my fingers over my clit.
As I looked at his face, at the carnal need painted on it, instinctively my legs started to tremble, and I tried to pull them together.
“No,” Carter said forcefully. “Don’t hide anything from me. I want to see it all.”
Carter stood up, and took a step back like he was admiring a rare painting. His eyes zeroed between my legs.
He licked his bottom lip and I bit mine in response in the hopes of trapping the moan in my mouth.
He reached back and over his head pulling his T-shirt up.
He tore it off his body, and threw it to the side.
He had a tattoo over the left side of his sculpted chest, but I was too far gone to even try to focus and see what it was, “Faster, Dynamo. Dip your fingers in, and spread that wetness around. I want to see that pretty pussy of yours glistening for me.”
I did as told, and watched as he put his palm on his muscled abs. My eyes tracked it as his hand glided down his six pack, down to the area where his V took shape, and until it disappeared under his sleep shorts. The muscles in his forearm constricted, and he squeezed his eyes closed briefly.
“Carter,” I moaned, desperate for more.
“Just like that, Dynamo. Stroke your pussy just like that.”
I gulped, “I need to see you.”
His gaze jumped to mine, and in the next moment his other hand pushed his shorts down revealing his cock and his hand wrapped tightly around it as it glided up and down its shaft.
“Goddamnit, you’re a vision,” he growled, his hand jacking him forcefully. “I need to have you. All of you.” He huffed. “Please tell me I can have you.”
“Yes, I breathed pulling my hand away, and pushing my legs further apart.
He came to me then, but stopped before he covered me with his body, his arms straight on either side of me, holding his body up and hovering over me.
I looked up to see his brows pulled together.
“What’s wrong?”
“Condom,” he pushed between clenched teeth. “I don’t have one.”
“It’s okay,” I reached up and cupped his cheek. His stubble prickled my skin. “I’m on the pill. And I got checked after Derek. There was no one after him.”
He stilled, his gaze boring into mine, “I get checked every six months as a part of my physical. And there hasn't been anyone for a while.”
I smiled up at him.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
Indecision was warring with need and lust in his eyes.
I loved it that he wanted to protect me any way he could. Still.
“I feel like I waited for you all my life. This last month was pure torture having you so close, but not being able to get to you. It almost broke me waiting, hoping while you were pushing me away,” my eyes felt with tears, and Carter cursed.
“Please,” I begged. “Please don’t push me away again. Not now.”
His hand came to my cheek, his thumb swiping away my tears. He leaned down and kissed me softly.
“Okay, Dynamo. You can have all of me,” I murmured against my lips before bracing himself over me again.
He kneeled between my spread legs, his palms gliding over my heated skin there.
I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him to me. His tip bumped my entrance, and his eyes flew to mine.
Carter filled me in one long glide. My mouth opened in a silent moan, my eyes rolling back in my head. I was full, so full of him in the best possible way. There was a twinge of pain, but it only served to heighten the feel of Carter finally moving inside me.
“Fuck,” Carter hissed as I pulsed around him.
“Move,” I gasped.
“Not yet,” He pushed through his clenched teeth. “Give me a second.”
“I need you to move, Warden,” I clawed at his back. It broke at his restrain and he started moving. He shifted, changing the angle and pushed me higher than I’ve ever been.
“Oh, God,” I moaned, losing my sanity at the feeling of Carter moving inside me.
“No need for flattering, Dynamo,” he panted. “I told you, Carter is just fine. Besides I want to hear you scream my name as I make you come.”
He pushed his hand under my back and slid it down. Tilting my ass up, he changed the angle again, hitting the spot that sent me spiraling up until he pushed me over the edge.
“Carter,” the scream tore out of my throat, leaving it raw. I couldn't care less.
He followed me with a cry, pushing into me one last time and staying rooted inside, “Dynamo…”
He gently laid down his body over mine, his forehead at my temple, while we tried to catch our breaths.
I didn’t have a clue how long we stayed like that, the only sound in the room was our labored breaths, but it was the most beautiful music that ever touched my ears.
I felt myself purr as Carter shifted his head, and kissed my neck softly.
“Are you okay?” I whispered, my hands trailing the muscles on his back.
“I failed,” he muttered.
I jerked, my arms squeezing around his back, “What?”
Panic seized me. Was he going to take this away? Call it a mistake and say that it should never happen again?
No, he couldn’t do that.
I could endure any pain, any uncertainty, but this.
I couldn’t survive having Carter, only for him to take himself away from me. To retreat behind his lines, and reinforce his walls.
He got up on his elbows, and looked down at me. “I was supposed to stay away. I tried to stay away from you, to resist your call. I failed.”
Fear gripped me, and all I could do was whisper, “Carter.”
He touched his forehead to mine, “I can’t lose you, Dynamo. I tried to hide behind my walls. I tried not to cross the lines. But your call was too strong. My need for you became all consuming. And now, I can’t lose you.”
I hugged him to me, “You won’t lose me.”
“You can’t promise me that.” He shook his head. “But whatever comes, one thing is true.”
“What’s that?” I whispered.
“No matter what, I’m yours Harley Thorne. I know without a show of a doubt I would do anything for you, for your smiles. I would die to protect you, to keep you safe.”
My lips parted. I couldn’t help the smile that made an appearance on my face.
His eyes flicked between mine, a spark of fear making itself known.
“Are you mine?”
There was earnestness in his eyes then. I could see that the course of his whole life depended on my answer. I don’t think he even took a breath as he waited for me to give it.
I cupped his face in my palms, and pulling it down, I kissed his lips lightly before pushing him back so he could see me.
I took a breath and gave him the simple truth.
“I’ve been yours since the moment you waited for me in my dressing room.”