Page 82 of Pink and Country

My lower lip trembled as the pad of his finger brushed its length. “You looked like you needed your sleep.”

“I don’t wanna sleep if you’re not in my arms, April.” The sound of my name rolling from his tongue sent another jolt of electricity to the apex of my thighs. “And babe, I think your cat is a voyeur.”

“What? Why?” I cocked my head to follow Carter’s gaze. Bernice sat, straight-backed, in the doorway, her eyes fixed on us. I bit back a giggle.

I swiveled my head back and with my hand, forced Carter to bring his attention back to me. “Forget the cat,” I said, my voice gravelly. I wet my lips and devoured his bare chest up with my eyes.

I swallowed as Carter’s dark eyes stayed glued to mine, not missing anything I did. The intensity of his eyes messed with my self-control. Carter outlined my lips with his forefinger before tasting them, and my breasts swelled. All traces of playfulness vanished in his gaze. My blood heated in my veins.

“What—” Carter lifted my shirt over my head, his fingers leaving shivers in their wake as they trailed over my skin. “If—” He reached for my bra. “We—” And unclasped it. “Do—” Carter’s tongue found my erect nipples, ready to be consumed. “It—” He pushed my breasts up with both hands, rubbing my aching tips with his thumbs. “All—” He claimed my mouth with fierceness. “Over—” He raked his fingers in my hair, massaging my scalp and holding me still. “Again—?” His mouth traveled down my throat, his tongue licking, his lips sucking, and his teeth biting my skin in the most delicious way.

A strong, long whimper broke free. My bundle of nerves required Carter’s undivided attention. My body vibrated with desire.

As if he read my mind, Carter hooked his fingers to the waistband of my pants and slid them down my legs until they puddled at my feet.

A devilish smirk broke his face in two when he noticed my black laced panties.

I slid them down my hips, but he stopped me, his hands cupping mine.

“Keep them on.” He groaned in my ear, and I almost came undone right there.

Carter’s hands found my waist, and he positioned me right above his hard-on. He moved his hips, the friction relieving some tension between my thighs. I ground my sex on his, but he backed up a little.

My eyes widened and begged him in silence.

“No fucking tonight, Fairy. We’ll go slow. I want every cell of you begging me for a release. When I’m done with you, you’ll feel me everywhere. Every. Where.” Carter attacked my mouth, and I was a goner. I blacked out.

He didn’t lie to me. And he didn’t disappoint either.

He did exactly what he promised he’d do.

Carter’s tongue and hands touched every inch of me.

With my legs wrapped around his waist and my back arched, he laid me down on the table next to his recording console as his mouth played with my throbbing bud over the thin fabric of my panties.

My arms stretched on each side of me as the pleasure built in my core.

Just when I was about to go over the edge, Carter stopped.

My eyes met with the same evil grin as before.

His thumb and index fingers pinched my puckered nipples, and more waves of pleasure washed over me.

Carter ignited my entire body.

He played me like he played the guitar.

Exceptionally.

Skillfully.

And easily.

My wet center ached, desperate for him to put out the fire raging inside me.

My hands dived into the front of his pants, but he took a step back.

“Carter—”