Wanted Distraction(19)

My hips pressed down and I took him deep in my body in one fell swoop.

He groaned sharply and said, “God, Cherish,” at the same time I moaned and cried out, “Carter!”

I fell forward, my palms flattening against his wide chest as the breath rushed from my lungs. His cock filled me completely, stretching me. His hands were suddenly on my upper arms again as he held me steady.

With an agonized voice, he asked, “Did I hurt you?”

A strangled sound eeked out of me. “Are you kidding me? Jesus, Carter…” Words couldn’t describe how incredible he felt inside me. How thick and hard and yet…so sensuous. My hips instantly started to rock, involuntarily. Pure primal instinct took over.

Unfortunately, this alarmed my lover. He said, “Stop, Cherish. Just give yourself a minute to—”

“To what?” I asked on a heavy breath. “Adjust to you? Please, Carter. You are huge inside me and it feels fantastic. Like nothing I’ve ever known.”

I couldn’t slow the rhythm my body set. I rocked against him quickly, some sort of metaphysical or primitive or just downright desirous intuition guiding me. I had no control over it. I didn’t want to have control over it. Having Carter buried deep in my cunt was the most beautiful, erotic, glorious experience of my life.

He was still being too careful with me, though. His muscles bunched beneath my hands, and his grip on my biceps was of the “Hey, take it easy” variety.

I didn’t want to take it easy. Or slow. I loved being completely consumed by lust and love and passion. It was the most liberating and exciting feeling in the world. To toss aside all the reservations and the downside of our situation and let the eroticism and perfection of the moment swallow me whole was positively mind-blowing. And highly addictive.

“Cherish.” He said my name as though leading into a protest. But then he added, “God, you feel so good.”

It seemed as though, at that very second, he gave into the physical and emotional pull too. His hips lifted as he thrust up into me, making my body jolt. Moans of sheer pleasure rushed from my mouth, on short pants of air.

“I want you so much, Carter.” I couldn’t hold back the wave of emotion that crested over me. “I’ve never wanted anyone this much either. I never will. Nothing feels better than you inside me.”

His death grip on my arms finally loosened and he palmed my breasts, caressing them before he teased the nipples even tighter.

“I love your hands on my body,” I told him as I stared deep into his eyes.

The clenching of his jaw told me he both liked and loathed my admission. I knew the feeling all too well at this point. It was easy to recognize. We were screwing, yet were screwed at that same time. Because this was heaven and we’d only experience it once.

But I wouldn’t allow myself to listen to the ticking clock.

One of his hands moved down to the apex of my legs and his thumb vigorously rubbed my clit as he said in a terse tone, “Come for me. Now.”

I’d already been skyrocketing toward another powerful release. His words and the lightning fast rubbing of my clit had every fiery sensation inside me colliding and exploding a breath later.

“Carter! Oh God!” I came harder than ever before, my body shaking and my inner walls constricting around his cock.

Carter let out another low growl, then said, “Squeeze me tight, sweetheart. Oh yeah. Just like that.”

He thrust up into me and then I felt him convulse as his cock surged and pulsed inside me. His climax kept me coming.

“Holy shit,” I said, my heart hammering out a wild beat. My shaky arms gave out and I collapsed on top of him. He held me in a strong embrace as I fought for normal breathing.

My cheek pressed to his hard chest and my eyes closed. I wondered if my pulse would ever slow or if the tingling of my skin and the throbbing in my cunt would ever subside, because they lingered so much longer than I’d expected.

Carter’s hand smoothed over my hair and then down my back as he gently stroked my spine. Against my temple, he whispered, “We just made our lives hell, didn’t we?”





Chapter Three



I knew what he meant. And I knew he was right. I’d made the call the second I’d stepped into his bedroom, after all.

I stared up at him. “I’m never going to regret this. It was too perfect, Carter. Too sensational. Too…meant to be.”

His eyes closed for a moment, then snapped open. “I don’t regret it either, sweetheart. Except that it complicates things even further.”

I shook my head. “No. You laid your cards on the table. You were honest and forthcoming. I accept your need to focus solely on our career. I’m not going to renege on this deal by begging you to give us a shot outside of this bedroom. As much as I want to, I can’t do that to you. I respect everything you said and the effort you’re making with the Rattlers. I’m committed to being supportive, not detrimental.”