“Me either, but you bring out all kinds of animalistic instincts in me.”
“Well, I’m certainly not complaining.”
I took the condom from him and dropped it on the mattress, next to his hip. I sat back and admired him for a moment, taking in every tanned and toned inch of him.
“Excuse the drool,” I said with a sigh of appreciation.
“You keep looking at me like that, and I’m not going to have much use for that condom.”
I smiled. “Staring at you as if you were The Last Supper?”
“Yeah,” he said on a low growl. He reached for me and pulled me down on top of him, giving me a slow, sensuous kiss before he added, “Like you want to devour me.”
“I do.” Wriggling out of his loose embrace, I knelt alongside him and carefully worked his sexy briefs down his thighs, then tossed them toward the dresser. They fell short, landing on the floor.
My gaze returned to Carter and my breath caught. His thick cock was positively mouthwatering, fully erect and thinly veined. A powerful muscle covered with smooth-looking skin.
“Wow,” was the uncouth word that slipped from my parted lips.
He gave me an amused look. “Thanks.”
“With all the blood it would take to make you hard, it’s a wonder you can even think straight.”
“I am feeling a little lightheaded,” he quipped.
“Ha, ha.” I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
“Think I can satisfy you?”
I could barely breathe. “And then some.”
He chuckled.
I still couldn’t get over how magnificent he was. “I’m just saying…” I choked out. “You are exactly what I need. Exactly what I’ve fantasized about.”
“Then come back here,” he said in a tight voice, as though my appreciation of his assets aroused him.
“Not yet.” I couldn’t resist tasting him. I wanted to feel his skin against my tongue, feel his hard cock in my mouth.
I bent my head, but he gripped my upper arm to stop me. “Whoa, Cherish. I’m already really close, sweetheart.”
Giving him a playful pout, I said, “I’m not going to have this opportunity again, Carter. Indulge me.”
“Indulge you?” He grunted sexily. “Christ, just thinking about you going down on me is enough to make me come.”
“You’ll just have to employ a bit of restraint and control, then.”
I didn’t give him another chance to protest. My fingers wrapped around his base and I licked my lips before slowly sliding them up one side of his cock. Reaching the head, I ran my tongue along the underside and then flicked it over his tip.
His body jerked and he sucked in a sharp breath. “Careful there, sweetheart.”
Of course I didn’t want to end our fun as it was just getting started, but I couldn’t resist taking him deep in my mouth, stretching my lips around his girth. He tasted faintly of soap and male heat, and his skin was so soft, it felt almost silky against my tongue. He’d been right. I did want to devour him.
As my head bobbed up and down, his body tensed. He gathered up my long hair and lifted the strands from my shoulders and away from my face. My eyes were closed as I concentrated on pleasuring him, so I had no idea what expression he wore. But his heavy breathing was a good indication he liked what I was doing to him.
“Cherish.” He whispered my name on a ragged breath that spurred me on. “God, I’ve never wanted anyone more than you.”
My heart twisted at his words, but I didn’t let up. With my free hand, I gently rolled his balls, causing his hips to buck. I sucked him hard and he released my hair and instead clasped my biceps.
“No more,” he said in a gruff voice. “I don’t want to come in your mouth, Cherish. I want to come inside you.”
Oh how I wanted that too.
I released him and glanced up, finding his dark expression still in place, with that now-familiar torment stamped across his devastatingly handsome face. His jaw was set and his body was rigid.
Hot flashes deep within me caused beads of perspiration to pop up along my hairline. The man made me absurdly aroused. And so very wet. My swollen folds slid against each other as I shifted on the bed and reached for the condom. Carter let out a low hiss as I rolled the latex down his thick shaft. Our gazes locked as I straddled him and settled above his cock, the tip nudging my opening.
He gripped my hips. “Slow,” he ground out, the look in his eyes intense and raw.
I shook my head as need and desire—and, yes, love—seized my very soul. “I’m ready for you, Carter. You have no idea how ready I am.”
I’d only waited ten years for this moment. And from the time I’d read the article on him in the Republic—which had boasted a fantastic photo of him—I’d longed for this intimate connection with him. Having pined for years and yearned desperately, there was no way I could hold back.