Page 62 of Pink and Country

He drew a line with his finger over the crotch of my black-laced panties, tracing the length of my slit. “You’re so wet.” I swallowed hard, torn between crying from pleasure or turning into a puddle in his hands. I tilted my head back, bringing his attention to my neck.

His other hand cradled my face, circling my jaw, and his kisses deepened but also softened. Carter took his time to cherish my mouth with his, tasting every corner.

“Seeing you in that dress was fucking torture. I can’t wait to taste all of you.” Carter pushed my drenched panties to the side and grazed my clit with his thumb. My hips rolled in sync with his hand, desperate for his fingers to dive inside me and put out the fire burning me alive.

One of my hand shifted down, and I rubbed him over the fabric of his pants. Carter’s hard-on throbbed under my touch, begging to be freed. I peeled off his shirt over his head. My hands lingered on the ripped muscles of his chest and abs. I didn’t have enough fingers to explore each inch of his tanned skin. When I reached for the button of his dark denims, Carter let out a low, guttural growl and stopped me. His thickness trembled in my hand.

“I don’t want us to rush this. Whatever this is, I don’t want to ruin it.”

Wait, what? I leaned back, unsure if I heard him right. Was he pushing me away? My cheeks burned, and my breathing hitched. Should I be pissed or proud Carter was acting like a decent guy? Right now, I didn’t want a decent guy—I wanted a man. Hard and powerful. Passionate and insatiable. Wild and unstoppable.

“Ruin it?” The words tumbled out. Carter’s index finger traveled the length of my lips, and I sucked on it, my vision already blurred from building desire. “Tell me you’re kidding—?” I spoke the words through a whimper.

My desire for Carter had reached new heights. I’d been yearning for him for weeks. Each day, my need grew stronger. Every time our skin connected, my desire was harder to conceal. My pulse throbbed between my legs.

My pussy ached at the thought it wouldn’t be taken care of. My entire body craved his intimate touch. His caresses.

Carter clamped my shoulders, the feel of his big, calloused hands over my soft skin almost enough to bring me over the edge. His hooded eyes sucked me in.

Carter raked his fingers through his disheveled hair. I blew out a shuddering breath at the sexiness of his gesture. “Don’t be upset. Fuck, I can’t believe I’m doing this. I must be crazy. Nobody’s ever had as much of an effect on me as you do. I can’t just fuck you and forget all about it. Please, end me already.” He closed his eyes and breathed through his mouth as if his body and mind were in some tug-of-war. HN dragged a hand over his face, and with a shake of his head, opened his eyes. We stared at each other for a moment. “April, you must be certain that’s what you want. Because once you’re in, we won’t be able to hide forever, and you must agree to all it means to be with me. I know it’s unfair to both of us, but it’s my reality. If we do this, it won’t be a one-time thing because I’ll never be able to stop.”

Carter buried his head in his hands.

“Not sure my dick will ever forgive me for this. I hope your pussy will. Damn it.”

Carter’s lips quivered, and he claimed my mouth, his hands curled around my nape, crashing his lips on mine, like it somehow soothed him. All his fears. All his doubts. I rested my forehead against his, panting.

“I want to bury my face between your legs so bad. The taste of you is all I’ll ever need to stay alive.”

“Let’s be bad tonight; we’ll talk tomorrow.” I nipped his lower lip. Carter leaned back and shook his head.

“Can’t. It’s all or nothing.”

A lump dissolved down my throat. “Wow. And people think you’re a womanizer who only cares about getting laid, whatever the consequences.”

A soft grin appeared, and he dropped kisses to my eyelids, his lips warm. Carter adjusted the crotch of his jeans, a painful glaze in his eyes, his erection straining at the seams. What a waste.

“Thanks for the song. My song. I still can’t believe it.”

“You inspire me in so many ways, April. If only you knew.” We sat there for a moment, breathing each other in, my head buried in his bare chest, his hands playing with the waves of my hair.

I breathed in some courage. “I should go.”

Carter nodded and after putting his shirt back on, he escorted me to my suite. A vibe of sweet torture settled between us.

Carter’s mouth found mine, and he nibbled at my bottom lip for a second, making me giggly, tingly, and horny for him all over again. I pushed him back with both hands. “Go. Now.” HN walked backward, a huge grin plastered on his face, his eyes capturing me, refusing to let me go. My hands cupped my chest, calming the pounding of my overexcited heart.

Once in my suite, I pressed my back against the door and let go of the air I’d been holding in my lungs for far too long.

I smiled at the realization.

Tonight, Carter Hills rocked my world. Many times.

I walked to the bedroom, needing a release. Where was my vibrator when I needed it? Without a care in the world about how late it was, I filled the giant bathtub, too big for just one person, and sank my pulsating body in. I itched to ask Carter over. No. He made it clear. This wouldn’t happen tonight. I was condemned to pleasuring myself without any outside help. I closed my eyes, and the images of Carter’s lips on mine took over. I felt his hands on my breasts and sucked in a breath. A tidal wave of heat washed over me. The temperature of the water rose. My fingers found my warm channel, and slid in and out of me with ease. My skin tingled. Damp heat filled my lower belly. I whimpered, unable to keep all my arousal locked inside.

Less than a minute later, I was panting, recovering from the climax that turned my body to mush. This—bringing myself to orgasm—wasn’t enough anymore. I craved the real thing. The feel. The warmth. The shivers. The kisses. The man. “Carter Hills, put me out of my misery already,” I whispered, my pulse deafening me.

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