Precious Lace(17)

I walked around the room, Carter's hand held tightly in mine. The two windows on the far wall overlooked the sprawling back lawn and had a view of the loving family sitting around the patio table, laughing, smiling and exchanging stories. It made my heart swell with happiness.

"I love your family." I wrapped my arms around his waist and leaned my head into his shoulder.

"I knew you would." He kissed me on the head. "They love you too."

"How do you know?"

"I can tell. I think Emma and mom love you more than me." He pulled away with a grin and gave me a peck on the lips. He slipped his hands low down my back and locked them above my bottom. The gesture was sweet yet still suggestive enough to cause the blood to thicken in my veins. I slipped my hands up under his shirt and smoothed them along his soft skin. I explored and stroked as he rocked me back and forth with a gentle rhythm.

"I love you." I looked up at him with a soft smile.

"I love you, too," his husky voice said before he lowered his lips and kissed me slowly. Our tongues danced together, smoothing and searching and caressing. I kept one hand under his shirt stroking his chest and the other slid out and up his torso to tangle in his hair and pull his lips firmer to mine.

We stood kissing like teenagers in his bedroom for long moments before he pulled away.

"You know..." He rested his forehead against mine. "I’ve never had a girl in here." He slid his large hands over the curve of my bottom and stroked softly. His soft, kneading fingers caused arousal to dampen between my thighs. The wine was no doubt making me much more susceptible to his seduction than normal, if that were possible.

"Never, Mr. Morgan?" I quirked an eyebrow at him in surprise.

"Not for lack of trying." He gave me a devilish grin. His hands slipped further down the cheeks of my bottom and pulled the fabric of my dress up so he could stroke the top of my thighs.

"Carter," I whispered into his neck. My head was swimming with need. I couldn’t think straight if I wanted to.

He captured my lips with his own and walked us back toward the large bed. He pushed me to sitting without breaking the contact of our lips. My neck was stretched to meet his soft mouth as he held his palms behind my head, and leaned over, pressing his lips to mine. My body arched to meet him and I knew it was an erotic image that would be emblazoned in my brain forever.

"You're so beautiful." One hand smoothed down the curve of my neck and palmed the flesh of my breast through the fabric of my dress. I moaned and arched my neck back further with pleasure. "Have I told you today that I’m the luckiest man alive that you said yes?" His lips whispered against my own. I groaned in response and wrapped my fingers around his neck, pressing his lips back to mine.

He pulled away from me and reached for the hem of my dress. "Bottoms up, beautiful." I lifted my bottom off the bed and Carter peeled the fabric from my body. My hair spilled around my shoulders and Carter dropped the dress and fisted both of his hands in my hair, pulling my lips to his own.

"Not here, Carter," I whispered.

"Definitely here," he growled. My breathing picked up as I grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, breaking contact with his lips only for a moment. Our mouths crashed back together as my fingers fumbled with the button on his jeans. I pulled the zipper down and my eyes were heavy with lust as his thick erection was revealed. It always took my breath away when I was reminded he wasn't a man that liked to wear undergarments. I pulled his jeans down just enough to free his erection before I wrapped my hand around it and covered him with my mouth. Carter groaned and his hips arched into me as one of his hands tangled in my hair, holding my head softly, the other kneading my breast. He licked at my nipple through the lace of my bra, causing it to stiffen in an aching peak. My mouth moved up and down his length and I swirled my tongue whenever I reached the swollen head.

"I need to be inside you." He pushed my body back on the bed and locked both of my wrists above my head in one of his big hands. I moaned and writhed beneath his glorious body as his eyes appraised me. Arousal flooded between my legs and a hot knot of need landed straight in my belly as his eyes took me in. He pulled the fabric of my panties down my legs and discarded them on the floor near his feet.

"Wrap your legs around my waist." He held my thighs in his palms and kneaded the flesh. The rough denim of his jeans between my thighs doubled my arousal and I pulled his body tighter to mine as I locked my ankles around him. I felt his erection nestle between my legs and my breathing picked up as I watched him. He smoothed his hands up and down my thighs and was rocking into me softly and gently.