Chapter 9
9
MIKA
G oodbye .
I tremble beneath Carter’s touch beside the warm fireplace, and in an instant I feel changed.
Different.
There’s a feeling inside of me, one I’ve never felt before with anyone. Like I’m standing at the end of a long and dark tunnel, the exit shining so brightly. All I have to do is walk through it and the rest of my life will begin.
I lie back on the pillows by the fireplace, bringing Carter down with me. He moves with me, our lips barely parting for a moment as we go. His touch drifts from my face, his fingertips sparking warmth on my skin as he feels down my body, his hand finding the hook of my knee.
With a gentle tug, he pulls me closer. We settle impossibly close to one another, my leg resting over his. Carter slowly pushes his hand up my thigh, his hand disappearing beneath my dress, officially crossing a line I’ve let no stranger cross before. The thrill of it tickles at the back of my neck, and I feel my lips parting further, deepening our kiss. His tongue massages my own and I release a moan, his hand gliding across my buttock.
I rest my palm on his chest, daring to touch him back, feeling the hard flex of his abs through his shirt and wanting to see more.
Carter’s kiss moves to my neck. I tilt my head, feeling the heat of the fire on my face as his tongue gently tastes my skin. Warm tingles spread across my body, igniting my flesh with goosebumps, making my nipples uncomfortably hard. I squirm against him, his hardness pressing into my belly, and we both gasp in silent pleasure.
Carter opens the top button on my dress. He kisses the newly exposed skin, his tongue traveling the valley between my breasts. My breaths come quicker, my heart racing as he opens the second button. Again, he kisses the new skin with gentle and loving pecks, taking his time before moving to the next button down.
By the time he reaches my navel, my entire body is shaking. I’m throbbing between my thighs, a wet spot forming in my panties. Another button free and he kisses my belly an inch away from the white cotton of my underwear.
Carter looks up at me silently, his eyes begging me to say yes .
I’m not that kind of girl, I hear my own words echo in my ears.
But he’s definitely that kind of man.
I run my fingers through his hair and nod, not wanting to say no .
Carter opens the last button on my dress and lets it fall open. I lie back, my body exposed, with nothing but my bra and panties to cover me up. He lays his hands on my stomach, dragging my panties down to my ankles and tossing them aside.
First, he kisses my knees. Then he pushes my legs apart, his mouth moving to kiss my inner thighs. I quiver with want and desire, with need and greed. I release a desperate sound, his lips achingly close, each kiss sending a flurry of heat through my core.
Carter kisses my mound, my outer lips. He watches me squirm once more, a teasing smile on his mouth as he feels up my body, his hands firm against my chest.
When he finally sucks my clit between his lips, I’m already moaning. I clench his hair, urging him to suck me harder, lick me faster.
With closed eyes, he does just that, burying his face in me as I cover my mouth with my other hand, stifling the moans begging to come out. My core shakes and my thighs jitter, my body already surprisingly close to climax.
“Carter,” I whimper.
He glides his tongue along my slit, nudging my clit and tasting my entrance. I gasp and sigh, the pleasure almost too much. I curl my fingers through his hair, boldly holding him down as if we’ve always been lovers, and he responds by sliding two thick fingers inside of me.
I come quickly, unable to hold back as he assaults my clit. Clenching tightly around his fingers, I lose myself to pleasure, tears springing to my eyes as he works me over and over, not slowing down until I beg him to. Even then, he stays in position, his fingers slowly massaging my inner walls as he leaves soft kisses on my clit.
I laugh at the ceiling, my pleasure still coming in gentle waves.
“What?” Carter asks.
I look down, his eyes playful and curious. “Nothing,” I say, barely able to control my speech. “The other girls at the diner said you look like you eat pussy with a knife and fork.”
Carter eases back an inch, then laughs. “I’m not sure what that means,” he says.
“Neither do I.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
He sucks on my flesh again, and I tremble all over. Moans spill off my tongue, another storm breaking as he moves his fingers in me.
I come a second time, spurred by the constant, urgent lapping on my clit. Every muscle in my core tightens at once, but the tension breaks, leaving me a twitching mess on the pillows beneath him.
“You taste so good,” Carter says, whispering as he kisses my flesh.
My tongue taps the roof of my mouth, and I wonder how good he tastes, too. Resisting the urge to let him pull another orgasm from me, I selflessly reach down to cup his face. I pull him toward me, his lips wet and glistening, and I kiss him firmly. Without a word, I shift upward, guiding Carter onto his back as I ease on top of him.
As he did with me, I take my time on him, kissing the smooth skin of his chest with each button of his shirt I open. He flexes softly with every kiss, his body reacting with the same need I felt. I lick his abs and palm his pecs, feasting on him as I make my way down. I leave a line of kisses along his happy trail, pausing at his belt to ask for the same permission he asked of me.
“Yes,” he whispers, the word soft as air.
I slide his belt open, unzipping his pants and kissing the skin above the base of his cock. He’s hard, so hard, the shaft tenting his underwear. I quickly disrobe him, casting the clothes to the side and returning to the space between his knees.
Feeling his fingers comb through my hair, I open my mouth, needing so badly to taste him. I wrap my lips around him, licking the dripping tip, and I feel his fingers clench in reaction. He releases a shuddering groan; the sound sending wild shivers down my spine as I take him further into my mouth.
With my fingers firmly massaging the base of his cock, I suck him steadily, working my tongue around his tip and licking the shaft. I go randomly at first, noticing the gentle twitches or sudden intake of his breath, learning the spots he likes best, giving him exactly what he wants.
“Mika,” he groans, breathing fast and deep. “That feels so good.”
I pull him out slowly, kissing his tip. “Do you want me to stop?”
Carter hesitates. “If you don’t, I’m going to come,” he says, the implication of more in his words.
I want more, too.
Oh, yes. I want more.
“Did you pack a condom?” I ask him.
He gets up, quickly striding to his suitcase near the bed. Fishing through the inner pockets, he returns with it in hand. Lowering to his knees as I rise to mine, we kiss by the fire, our naked forms pressed together.
“Are you sure?” Carter asks.
“Yes,” I say, lying back down, my knees spread open and willing.
Carter puts the condom on and settles between them, his cock resting against my slit. He doesn’t enter me yet. Instead, he kisses me softly, his hands caressing my body. I do the same, touching down his back as my lips graze his chin and neck.
When he finally enters me, it’s like a bolt of lightning strikes my chest. Warmth and pleasure spread throughout my body, his cock filling me with one tender thrust. I moan with desire, kissing Carter as he grunts softly.
Silently, he thrusts again. Toe-curling pleasure washes over me and I crush my mouth against his shoulder. He rests his head on mine, and he fucks me slowly. His hand finds mine amid the pillows. We cling to one another, our bodies moving as one, chasing the passion radiating between us.
“Carter,” I say, smothered, sweat dripping off my brow. “I?—”
Words fail me as another climax rips through me unexpectedly. He crushes his lips on mine, sucking on my tongue and groaning, no doubt feeling every tight twitch on his cock.
I squeeze his hand, holding on as my back arches, my hips still moving to meet his against the soft blanket. My heart is beating so fast, I wonder if my breath will ever catch up. Every nerve, every inch of my skin ignites from his body heat, his touch, warm and possessive.
Carter. Just a bachelor passing through Small Town. But a piece of me wishes he would never leave.
The thought echoes in my head, but I force myself to swallow the words before they surface. To speak it aloud would be pure insanity. I barely know him at all. There’s no logic to it, no reason for me to feel this way.
As the tension ceases in me, and I open my eyes, I release a heavy sigh. Carter has stopped, fixed deep within me, watching my climax pass with soft and delicious kisses. My lips. My nose. My eyelids and forehead.
“You’re so beautiful,” Carter whispers, the fire crackling beside us.
I smile. “Thank you. You’re... hot.”
He laughs. “Thank you.”
“Sorry. I’m not nearly as suave as you are.”
“Am I suave?”
“I mean...” We chuckle, our lips grazing. “You got me from not that kind of girl to spread eagle in twenty-four hours, so… yeah, I’d call that suave.”
Carter hums, amused, then kisses me again and again.
“Keep going,” I urge, squirming.
“I will,” Carter says, his eyes looking deeply into mine. “I just want to... take a moment.”
He doesn’t explain why. Though he doesn’t really need to. I understand the need completely, to commit every second of this night to memory.
When he leans in and kisses me again, resuming his steady thrust in me, I release another heavy sigh. I bury my face in his chest as I swallow my tears and he squeezes my hand even harder.
Soon, Carter trembles over me. I touch him with a gentle urge and whisper his name in his ear, his passion tempting mine once more. As he grinds deeper, grunts harder, I give myself over to whatever it is between us. He comes with my name on his lips, the sound so sweet, his kiss so deep, as the final wave of my climax passes through.
Surrounded by pillows and wrapped in thin blankets, Carter curls his arm around me and holds me against his chest. We lie silently for a long time together, watching the fire and caressing each other, our fingers playing.
I drift off in his arms, but I stay awake enough to feel the warmth of the fireplace and the frequent soft kiss on my neck and shoulders.
“Mika?” Carter whispers in my ear.
“Hm?” I ask, turning my head, meeting his gaze.
“Thank you,” he says.
He kisses me deeply.
I’m not sure what he’s thanking me for.
Unfortunately, I don’t stay awake long enough to ask.