Page 104 of Pink and Country

With a shuddering breath, I held his gaze, every cell in me aroused.

The pink champagne helped me relax. I had no idea what Carter intended to do with me next, but I couldn’t wait to find out.

My chest rose in a rapid succession of inhales and exhales. The air so hot it set my lungs on fire.

I gasped, pleading for attention. “Carter—”

He didn’t budge. His pulse, visible next to his throat, betrayed his false sense of calm.

His eyes undressed me, and they burned holes in my skin. I felt each blaze going through me.

My mouth watered at the sight of him, tall, hot as fuck, and lusting for me.

I ran my finger between my thighs, wiping off the moisture. My finger glistened.

Shivers electrified my spine, and I lost touch with reality the moment Carter padded in my direction.

The next thing I knew, my naked breasts were pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window of our hotel suite, and I had the most exquisite view of the Manhattan skyline while Carter thrust into me from behind, not giving me any time to catch my breath.

“I wanted to fuck you in that dress for as long as I can remember. It’s fucking indecent. You can’t wear this dress in public with anyone else, April. Ever. It’s meant for me. You’re mine, Fairy. All mine.”

Carter entangled his fingers in my hair and pulled my head back to connect our mouths, both of us needing each other’s oxygen to stay alive.

“Then fuck me harder, HN.”

Carter flipped me around, and my dress crumbled to the floor in a puddle of glitter. I kicked my heels off. He lifted me with one arm around my middle, caging me with the other one, my back now hitting the cool glass overlooking the city below each time he rammed into me.

My fingers left marks on Carter’s exquisite chest.

He bit the flesh of my skin, and I died in his embrace.

Then he revived me. Every cell of me. One at a time.

Flames of pleasure licked my insides, burning me alive.

My bare back enjoyed the coldness of the glass. A contrast to Carter’s heat. It highlighted all my senses. I ignored the soreness between my legs, the tender flesh throbbing. In the last week, Carter made up for my lack of sexual activity in the last few years. More than I’d dreamed of.

I hung on to him, spent but euphoric. Carter kissed my neck, sucking my tender flesh. I grabbed his hair and brought his mouth back to mine. Our tongues danced a well-choreographed tango. I bit his lower lip as I moaned his name. Carter gripped my hips harder and pounded into me one more time, his lips brushing mine. We breathed the same air, and a jolt of electricity ran through me.

My toes curled.

My heart skipped a beat.

We both climaxed in a loud howl, our bodies fused.

* * *

“Where are you taking me?” I asked Carter as the car turned left instead of right.

“Trust me, Fairy.”

I laced my fingers through his and rested my head against the window, taking in New York City one last time.

The driver parked the car and opened the back door. It wasn’t until both my feet were on the sidewalk that I noticed the Empire State Building before me. I stopped breathing.

“There’s one last thing to do on your perfect-day list,” Carter said, draping his arm over my shoulders. Warm flutters spread through me.

Once at the top, Carter snapped pictures of us from every angle. The scenery all around us was beautiful, but I saw nothing except my man. Being up here, together, so high, felt like we were flying and nothing could ever temper our happiness.