Bastard(106)

“God yes,” she whimpers, making my lips curve up.

“That’s my girl,” I breathe placing a soft kiss on her lips. This time I’m gonna take my sweet time with her. I have all night to get reacquainted with this luscious body of hers. Reaching for her hands, I pin them above her head before lacing our fingers together. My lips trail a path across her jaw and down her neck as I push my hips forward, rocking into her tight little pussy with slow, short, agonising strokes. I want to stay like this forever. Closing my eyes, I find myself wishing for a lifetime of moments with her. My heart burns for her.

It always has, and it always will. She’s my addiction, my air.





CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Indiana


Carter and I stayed awake until the early hours of the morning. If we weren’t being intimate with each other, we were lying in each other’s arms talking. I’m so glad I worked up the courage to come over here, because this whole experience has been magical. Even better than our first time together. Nothing’s changed, but everything’s changed if that makes sense. We’re not kids anymore. We’re adults, making adult decisions and having adult feelings. Although there’s a tiny part of me that’s terrified he’s going to leave again, my heart believes he won’t. I hope my heart’s right.

The alternative is incomprehensible. Last night I let down all my barriers. I think he did too. He was nothing like the old smartarse Carter. He was loving, attentive, and extremely sweet. I gave him everything. Every piece of me. Even my heart. Last night just confirmed that I’m still in love with him. He’s it for me. What Mark and I shared doesn’t even compare to what Carter and I have when we’re together. It’s mind-blowing.

We stayed in bed until late Sunday afternoon. I woke midmorning to find him lying beside me watching me sleep. It was a little daunting. I hope I wasn’t dribbling or anything. I woke again a few hours later to his smiling face between my legs. Let me just say it’s an amazing way to be woken up. We’ve had so much sex, I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to walk when we finally get up.

We need to get out of bed soon. Elizabeth is cooking dinner for us. She found out I was in here with Carter when he snuck out to the kitchen to get us some food. Apparently my dad is coming over as well.

I’ll have to go home to shower and change. I only have the dressing gown I wore here last night. That’s definitely not appropriate for dinner attire. Especially since it’s with our parents.

“I suppose I better go home and shower,” I tell him, rolling on to my side to face him.

“I’m not ready to let you go yet,” he replies, pulling me into him. “Shower here, with me.”

“I have to go home. I have no clothes.” When he smiles sheepishly, I know he’s concocting a plan.

“If I get you some clothes, will you stay and shower with me?” He raises his eyebrows, hopefully. I love his sweet side. It’s adorable.

“What? You’re going to go to my room and pick me out something to wear?” I ask, intrigued and a tad horrified.

“Hell yeah. Don’t you trust me?” With a smile like that, I don’t think so.

“Definitely not,” I screech. He flips me onto my back and pins me to the mattress. “I can just imagine what you’d choose. We’re eating with our parents remember?” The look on his face has me smiling. He’s trying to act offended, but I know he’s not. He knows I’m right. He’ll probably dress me like a damn hooker. The skimpier the better. I know his type.

“I’ll prove you wrong,” he says leaning forward and planting a soft kiss on my nose before pushing himself up and off the bed.

“Carter. I’ll go and get something and come back and shower with you,” I offer, sitting up.

“No need. I’ve got this.” He winks at me as he pulls on a pair of jeans. Got this my arse. I’m not sure how I feel about him going through my drawers. I have nothing incriminating in there. Well I hope I don’t.

When he jumps out the window, I get up and grab one of his T-Shirts, pulling it over my head. By the time I rush towards the glass he’s already inside my room. Ugh! This should be interesting.

He’s back a few minutes later looking all pleased with himself. When he passes me his selection through the window, I burst out laughing. A tiny pair of shorts and a skimpy little top. I knew it. I know him better than he thinks.

“You do realise it’s winter, don’t you?”

“You don’t need warm clothes, you’ve got me,” he smirks. I shake my head. I can’t help but laugh at his serious face.