Revved(122)

I don’t get a chance to respond as my words are swallowed up by his hot kiss.

It’s desperate and clingy on both our parts. His hands are in my hair, tilting my head back, so he can get better access to my mouth as he licks the inside of it. My fingers wind in his short locks, pulling on the strands, as I practically climb his body to get closer.

Two months of not having each other is pouring out into this one kiss.

But we have been apart. We haven’t really talked about that or anything, and we probably should before we even think about having sex.

I break off, breathing hard. “Carrick…shouldn’t we talk first?”

His brow lifts. “What the fuck do we need to talk about?”

“Us. The time we’ve been apart.”

“Have you been with another man?”

“No!” I gasp, hurt that he even asked. Then, my heart sinks because I haven’t even considered the possibility that he could have been with another woman. “Have…you?”

“No.”

I breathe out my relief.

“You love me, right?”

I stare into his eyes. “You know I do.”

“And I love you, madly and fucking deeply, and that’s all we need to know right now. Talking can come later. Right now, I’m gonna show you how deep my love for you can go—namely with my cock inside you.”

“You’re such a romantic.” I giggle as I slide my hands down from his hair, wrapping them around the nape of his neck.

“You know it, babe.” He gives a sexy smirk.

“And what you need to know is that I don’t just love you, Carrick.” I move my lips in close to his, so there’s only a sliver of air between them. “I’m in love with you.”

On a growl, he’s kissing me again, devouring me.

The elevator pings our arrival on our floor. Carrick lifts me, so I wrap my legs around his waist on instinct. He carries me out of the elevator and down the hall. Key card in his door, we’re in his suite and then in the bedroom. He lays me down on the bed.

Leaving me there, panting and horny as hell, he stands at the foot of the bed. He kicks off his shoes and removes his overalls. Not wanting to be left out of this race, I quickly remove my shoes and clothes.

Then, we’re both naked, and he’s on top of me. Skin on skin. I start to burn up like a fever.

There’s no need for foreplay here. We’re both more than ready because it’s been way too long. Hands pinning mine to the bed above my head, he thrusts his cock inside me.

“Carrick!” I cry out, my eyes closing on the feel of him.

“Fuck,” he growls, stilling inside me.

I open my eyes to his. They’re fierce on me, his face austere, tight.

“Never again, Andressa. I’m not going without you ever a-fucking-gain.”

“No,” I whisper, swallowing down, my throat thick with emotion.

“Now, tell me you love me while I fuck you.”

“I love you.”

He pulls out and thrusts back into me hard. “Again.”

“I love you!” I cry out.

His mouth comes down to mine, and he kisses me with bruising force as he thrusts in and out of me, his movements desperate, urgent, and hard.

“Don’t…ever…fucking…leave…me…again,” he pants, his forehead pressed to mine.

“I won’t. I promise.” Feeling and seeing the hurt I’ve caused him brings tears to my eyes. They run from the corners like a tap as a sob escapes me.

Halting, he pulls back, seeing my tears. Concern laces his eyes. “Jesus, Andressa, what’s wrong? Have I hurt you?”

“No.” I touch my hand to his face, reassuring him. “You’re not hurting me. I’m just so…so-sorry for hurting you.”

“Shh, babe.” Turning his face in, he presses a kiss to the palm of my hand. “Don’t cry. You’re here now, and that’s all that matters.” Wiping my tears away, he tenderly kisses me. “I love you, Andressa.” He starts to move inside me again, slower this time. “I love you so much.”

We keep our eyes locked together during the whole time he makes love to me. Even when our orgasms rush and collide almost violently and it nearly becomes too much to bear, we don’t break eye contact.

After we’ve come down from our high, framing my face with his hands, he kisses me softly, reverently. Then, slipping out of me, he moves, lying on his side. He brings me over to face him, and hooking my leg over his hip, he holds it there.

“I’ll clean you up soon,” he says. “But right now, I just need to be with you.”

“I need to be with you, too.” I can’t ever imagine not being with him again.