Page 83 of Pink and Country

His tongue circled my navel. His hands brushed the side of my legs. Warmth spread through me. I gasped. Carter groaned. We were past the point of no return. My body, and my soul, were consumed by that man. I was wet clay in his expert hands, and he molded me as he wished. Even if I wanted to take the lead, I couldn’t. At that moment, I was at the mercy of his touch. Of his kisses. Of his entire being. How could someone I’d known for less than a month possess me like that? When did Carter become my home?

Tingles danced all over my naked flesh.

They cavorted at the sight of him.

Each word escaping my lips sounded like a plea. Like a whimper. My blood simmered in my bloodstream. My mouth watered. My chest rose and fell painfully with each breath. All my senses were attuned to him.

I could feel Carter in each cell of my body. In each breath I took. He was under my skin, over my skin, inside and outside me all at the same time. A yelp exited my mouth. My need for him was greater than anything I ever felt in my life. When did Carter become my drug? When did he get me so hooked on to him? My body writhed under his. Carter wasn’t even doing anything to me, and I was turning to ashes in his hands.

“Carter—”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Carter,” I said, firmer and louder.

“Beg for it, April. Beg me to finish you.”

“Please—”

“Beg me for real or I’ll never relieve you of your misery. I could eat you up all night.”

He swept his tongue over my wet folds, his teeth teasing my clit.

“Carter—I—Fuck—Please.” Dear God . Could someone die from unattained orgasm? “Put me out of my misery.”

With dark eyes and purpose, Carter lifted me up in his arms again, like I weighed nothing, and sat back in the chair. With my legs wound around him, he freed his cock, and my mouth watered at the sight of it. He fished a condom out of his pocket, and after pushing my soaked panties to the side, he sheathed himself inside me.

I welcomed all of him in one thrust, so wet I needed no more foreplay.

My body clenched over his length. My toes curled, and I stiffened before convulsing as Carter pounded into me over and over until my tight walls milked his swollen cock. Breathless, I collapsed in his embrace, and he tightened his grip around me, his head dropping to the crook of my neck. I breathed him in. Cedarwood and pine. My chest expanded to accommodate my swollen heart, and the years of grief it had stacked up vanished when Carter’s lips sucked the sensitive flesh of my neck.

“What have you done to me, Sweet Fairy?”

Tingles ran down my spinal cord.

If only I knew. This thing between us wasn’t just about sex anymore. My heart was being ripped apart. Torn open. Shred into a shower of glitter. I kept quiet and closed my eyes, chasing the hot-as-fire tears away, aware what we shared would end.

Soon.

Going back home was the only way to salvage my heart and prevent it from being broken all over again before I was in too deep with Carter.

18

Carter

I n the kitchen, standing between her legs, I fed strawberries to a half-naked April sitting on the kitchen counter, wearing only pink-laced panties and an unbuttoned shirt of mine, giving me a perfect view of the swelling of her breasts. I massaged her thigh with one hand, drawing circles with my thumb on her creamy bare skin. Little yelps tumbled out of her mouth each time my thumb neared the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs.

April’s hands caressed the muscles of my bare chest, sending shivers down to my toes. Her presence cursed me with a permanent erection. Pixie knew the effect she had on me because she never missed toying with my hard-on, sending torturous waves of lust through me. This time wasn’t different. Her hand rubbed me over my denims, my dick standing up, ready to be her playground.

“Desmond will change the stupid lock of your cabin this afternoon. Will you stay here? With me?” April lifted her gaze to mine, the vibrant baby-blue shade sparkling in the natural light coming from the giant window.

Fairy chewed on the juicy fruit, her lips now a darker shade of pink. “I’m leaving on Sunday, Carter. Don’t get too attached,” April huffed, her head hanging low, and flustered under my stare.

“About that, how do you feel about extending your stay?” I tipped her chin up, forcing her to look at me, and framed her face with both hands. “I mean it. It’ll give us more time together.” April kissed the palm of my hand. In my world, I wasn’t used to asking for whatever I wanted. People usually begged to give me everything I wished for.

“I don’t know. I haven’t been home in a month, and I’m tired of living out of a suitcase.”

“But I thought you could work from anywhere—” Now I was the one begging. “We could go shopping or ask June to get clothes delivered to you here.” I shrugged, trying to act casual. The opposite of how I felt inside. “Or we could stay naked. All day. Every day.”