"I know, but I love you enough for both of us. Is that a yes, Mrs. Morgan?" Carter continued to tease around my entrance without ever sliding in.
"Yes, ass," I said through clenched teeth. I heard him laugh and then he slammed back into me with full force.
"I love you." He continued to grin as he worked in and out of me.
"I hate you."
"No you don't."
"I know."
"Good girl." His thumb massaged my clit as he thrust in and out of me and I fell headlong over the cliff crying. My head thrown back and my body wracked in pleasurable heaving pants. Carter slammed once more and then reached his own release as he groaned, his orgasm shuddering through him. He slowed his movements and placed a hand on the desk on either side of my body, hovering over me without resting fully on me.
"You are amazing."
"You are a controlling ass." I willed my heart rate to return to normal. Another chuckle from Carter as his long, lean body hovered over me. He brought his lips to mine and kissed me tenderly—long and slow and drawn out. I placed one hand along his jaw and tangled the other in his unruly hair.
"I love you," I whispered as I pulled away to catch my breath.
"I know you do."
I lay back on the desk and heaved a few more breaths, willing the oxygen to fill my lungs.
"That was an incredible ending to a stressful day, Mrs. Morgan."
A smile lifted the corners of my mouth. Indeed it was, the memory of Nikki was long gone.
Seven
I spent Saturday unpacking a few things, mostly clothes, as Cate was the owner of most of the things in our apartment. Any furniture that had been mine I’d let her keep since I wouldn't need it at Carter's house. I felt bad to have moved in with her just a few months ago and here I was moving right back out again, but she assured me it was more than fine. Cate's parents had given her the gift of a substantial down payment on the apartment she owned on Chandler Street, so she assured me I was not leaving her in a bind financially.
I'd hung clothes in the massive walk-in closet and wondered how Carter and I had gotten to this point. He'd managed to fully insert me into his life; just what he'd been doing from the start, forcing my hand, bulldozing and railroading, refusing to take no for an answer. He was lucky I loved him, otherwise I wouldn’t dream of putting up with him.
I wasn't entirely upset about moving in with Carter—more irritated at the way he'd gone about moving me in. After my realization at the restaurant, that I was the one putting a strain on our relationship because of my insecurities, I'd decided to go all in with Carter. He deserved it; we deserved it. Whenever fear would start to get the better of me I remembered our blissful few weeks in Aspen and reminded myself that we would work and our life together would be beautiful and happy.
"Everything okay?" Carter ran his hand up and down my leg. We were in his Aston Martin going to his parent's home late Sunday morning.
"I’m nervous," I whispered as I twisted my hands in my lap.
"They're going to love you."
"How do you know?"
"Because I love you." He shot me a crooked grin. "Plus I've told them all about you. They're excited to meet you."
"You didn't tell them everything did you?" I raised an eyebrow at him.
"That we're married? No, but I wish you'd let me." He frowned.
"I need to tell my parents. I need time." I stared out the window watching large brick homes with perfectly manicured lawns and perfectly symmetrical hedges pass by.
"It feels like you're ashamed of us." Carter stroked my leg in small circles with his fingertips.
"I’m not, Carter. It's just that no one is going to understand why we did it so fast. I don't even know why we did it so fast." I placed my hand on top of his and squeezed.
"I do. I love you. I wanted to make you mine. I wanted you in my life forever. It's as simple as that. And I don't give a fuck what anyone thinks. I wish you felt the same." I could sense his pain mingled with irritation.
"I do, Carter. It's just more complicated than that," I sighed.
"Not to me, it's not."
"I know to you it's not. It never is to men." I rolled my eyes as Carter turned into a long driveway, heading toward a stately brick colonial with white pillars and black shutters. The lawn was a vibrant shade of green and a gentle sloping hill stretched out on either side. It was the classic, wealthy New England home in the classic, wealthy New England neighborhood for the classic, wealthy New England family. The butterflies that had been fluttering around in my stomach jumped into my throat.
"Enough with the nerves, Mrs. Morgan." He placed a soft kiss on my lips after he put the car in park. I surrendered myself to his mouth and kissed him back, darting my tongue along his soft lips, silently asking to prolong the inevitable. He pulled back with a small smile.