Lip Service:A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance(12)

Carter wrapped his arm around my waist and led me back to my door. When I  fumbled with the keys, he took them from me and unlocked the deadbolt.  After escorting me inside, he closed the door behind us, flipped on a  light and walked me to the couch. I sat down with a heavy sigh.

Maybe I did need food. Or a reality check. Everything felt like it was spinning out of control.

A few days ago, I'd been confident and ready to move on with my life, ready to leave my obsession with Carter behind.

Now, he was on his knees on my living room floor. On his knees! His  hands rested on my thighs, as if he owned them, their heat burning away  the fog in my brain and turning it into something else.

"Carter," I whispered.

Tempted beyond all reason, I opened my legs slightly, eager to feel him between them even as I hated myself for being weak.

No. I didn't need food. I needed Carter to touch me, make me feel alive  and real and loved. Not this scared, shell-shocked version of myself too  afraid to believe a word coming out of his mouth.

I was in love with Carter. Had been for months. And hearing him talk  about forever so casually, when I knew he couldn't possibly be  sincere … well … it broke me a little. Broke my heart.

"You should go." I loved him, but I wasn't an idiot. I knew the score  when he slept with me the night before. I'd been a virgin and he wanted  to be the one to pop my cherry. Fine. I got it. For some weird reason,  men liked to be first. Whatever. A random guy from the bar would have  been long gone by now. But Carter, he didn't have to mess with my head  like this.

"No. I'm not going anywhere until you listen to me." His words were just as insistent as his hands on my thighs.

I shook my head and pulled myself together. Closing my legs, I lifted my  head and stared right at him. I let him see just how much he was  hurting me with his games. "Just …  just go, Carter. This isn't funny  anymore."

"I'm not joking." Carter reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled  out a small, black velvet ring box. "Marry me, Emma. I'm in love with  you. I've been in love with you for months. You're the only woman for  me. I want you. I want you to be the mother of my children. I want to be  yours. Not just for one night, Emma. Forever."

I stared, stunned, until he opened the ring box and turned it to me.  Inside was the most beautiful diamond solitaire I'd ever seen.

Blinking slowly, I looked from the ring to his face, saw the sincerity,  the need, the love. I felt the first tear burn its way down my right  cheek and I dashed it away with shaking fingers, hoping he wouldn't  notice.

"Say, yes."

"You want me?" I squeaked. "But I'm so much younger. I'm completely inexperienced and you're …  you're-"

"Old?" he asked.

I shook my head. Yes, he was older than me, by a decade. I knew his  birthday as readily as I knew my own. It didn't matter to me.

"You're so worldly and experienced, not just in sex, but in life." I  lifted my hand and waved it in front of me as I spoke. "I'm just  starting out. Why would you want someone like me?"

I couldn't stop my gaze from roaming his face, his chiseled chin and strong jaw, the heat in his eyes.

"I wanted you before I knew you were a virgin. When I found out you were  innocent, untouched … " He shuddered, his gaze never leaving mine.  "Knowing I'll be the only one to claim you, the only man to ever be in  that sweet pussy of yours, makes me so fucking hard. I want every gasp  of pleasure you ever make, every scream, all the wetness between your  legs to belong to me."

I felt hot all over. My nipples tightened and my panties were ruined.  For nearly a year I'd never seen this side of Carter. He'd been all  business, cold and professional. The heat he poured on now was melting  all of my circuits. Controlled, calculating Carter was sexy as hell. But  caveman Carter was damn near impossible to resist. The way he looked at  me made my body ache, desperate for his cock. Desperate for him.







"I can see it in your eyes, sweetheart. You want me, too."

I did. Oh, God. I did.

I couldn't deny it any longer. He'd come to the bar for me and given me  the most amazing sex of my life. I'd been the one to walk away, to leave  him alone in his king sized bed. He hadn't loved 'em and left 'em. I  had. I'd used him while he'd wanted more. Yet here he was. He'd come to  my house, brought me flowers at work, asked me out to dinner like a  gentleman and then told me he wanted to fuck my brains out, the words  like pouring gasoline on a raging fire. And the ring. Hell, yes, I  wanted him. Forever?

Absolutely. "I love you, Carter."

He groaned at the three simple words and rose to take my chin in his  hand. "About damn time I hear you say it." He placed a slow, soft kiss  on my lips and I melted. "I love you, Emma. Marry me."

I still couldn't believe it. His actions backed his words, but still …  "You love me?"

"I've been trying to tell you, but you're damn stubborn."

I laughed as he took my left hand and slid the ring onto my ring finger. It fit perfectly.

When it was in place, Carter didn't let go of my hand, and he didn't get  up off his knees. He stared at me and I couldn't look away.

"Emma? Will you marry me?"

"Yes."

Of course.

I threw myself in his arms. He caught me and I crushed my lips to his,  eager to feel him hard and hot and real. God, this was real! He was  mine.

We didn't make it off the rug. I wanted to feel him, kiss him, fuck him,  but my bed was too far away. I tugged at his shirt until I got him bare  chested, pulling his undershirt off over his head. I threw it and  reached for the hem of my own shirt, pulling it off.

Carter laughed at my eagerness, so different than the night before, but  he didn't stop me. In fact, he helped. He had my bra unsnapped in  seconds and I threw it behind me as his mouth dropped to first one  nipple then the other, teasing me.

I gripped his hair and cried out at the hot pull.

I frowned when he stopped, a dark, needy bitch rising up from deep  within. She'd been hibernating for a long, long time. Years. But  Carter's touch woke her up, and now she was greedy. She wanted more,  more kisses, more touching, more Carter, naked and bossy and pumping  into her with that wild look on his face.

"Carter?"

He lowered his head to my belly and placed a gentle kiss there, looked  up at me through his thick lashes. "I'm going to fuck you, Emma. I want  to be bare inside you, but I don't know if you're ready for what I  want."

I was pretty sure I knew where this was going, but I had to ask anyway. "What do you want?"

Both of us kneeling, he pulled me forward, chest to chest and looked  down into my eyes. "I want to fuck you until you scream. I want you raw.  I want to feel every hot inch of your pussy stroking my hard cock."

"Yes." I wanted that, too. I wanted to feel him, no barrier between us.

"I want my baby growing inside you."

I froze, my body heated with the very idea. "Carter, I'm-"

He shushed me with kisses. "Not yet. I know you aren't ready. But soon."

I nodded. Soon was okay with me. But not tonight. "I'm on the pill for  cramps." Reaching for the buckle of his pants, I smiled. "No condom,  Carter."

Carter let me get his pants unbuckled, but that was the end of his  control. Jumping to his feet, he stripped off the rest of his clothes  while I knelt before him, mesmerized. This gorgeous, perfect man was  mine. All mine.

And I wanted, wanted the cock that bobbed right in front of my face. I  wanted to taste him, to lick that pearly drop from the tip.

Grinning, I shifted forward and took the base of his cock with one hand  and a firm grip. Before he could get away from me, I sucked him into my  mouth until my lips touched my fingers and worked him with my lips and  tongue, sliding back and forth, over and over as I lifted my other hand  to stroke his balls. I'd never done it before, but that didn't mean I  didn't know what to do, or at least the basics.

From the way he groaned, the way his cock jerked in my hold, I knew I  was doing something right. When his fingers gripped my hair, he wouldn't  let me have my way for long.

"Enough." Carter pulled away and lifted me to stand before him.

"I love you." I had to say it. I was practically overflowing with the  strength of my emotion. I'd felt it for so long and now I could tell  him, show him.

"You're dangerous."

I loved the sound of that. I might be new to the bedroom, but I wanted  to please Carter in every possible way. My oral skills were a good  start.

Carter stripped my yoga pants in one smooth motion and helped steady me  as I stepped out of them. Both naked now, I was shocked when Carter lay  down on his back and pulled me on top of him. "Ride me. I won't last if I  fuck you the way I want to. Besides, I want to watch you, see those  perfect breasts bounce as you take your pleasure. I want to see your  face when you take me deep."







Girl on top. Yes. I wanted to try that. I wanted to try everything.