Whiskey and Lace(20)

"You're a goddess when you come." Carter kissed his way up my body and ran his fingers through my hair before kissing me deeply on the lips. I kissed him back and savored his taste and the feel of his body against my skin. He leaned up for a moment to shrug his pants off and then was on me once again. I wrapped my legs around his hips and ground my core into him. I wanted to feel him inside me, connected with me. He teased my center with his arousal and slid his length between my folds slowly. I relished the sensation before he slowly positioned himself and slid into me. My body arched in pleasure and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, clutching him to me. He was the only thing I needed in this moment. Maybe the only thing I would ever need.

He slid in and out of me slowly. Gentle and loving, it felt like he was making love to me, and I hoped he was. I wrapped my fingers in his hair and pressed him into me. I moved my hips in rhythm with him and I knew that we couldn't be more perfect. This is what Carter and I did best. It may be hard for us to adjust to each other outside of these moments, but in these moments we were pure perfection.

Carter angled my bottom up in his strong hands to hit me deeper and I moaned in pleasure. He sped up and his length hit a new and exquisite spot. My ankles locked behind his bottom and he continued to work in and out of me.

"I can't get enough of you, Eva. I won't ever get enough of you." He worked in and out and then his hand slid between us and he massaged my hypersensitive bud. My second orgasm traveled up my body slow and satisfying. Carter's body spasmed and I could feel him jerking inside me. He stroked through his orgasm and then collapsed onto me, holding me tightly in his arms as his chest rose up and down with his breath.

Silky locks of his hair tickled my forehead and I smiled and brushed the hair off of his face. He nuzzled into my neck, and rolled to my side, his arms still wrapped around me. I stroked my fingers along his eyebrows and his closed eyelids, the straight line of his nose and his full lips. I trailed a finger along the shell of his ear and around to the back of his neck and pulled him into me to give him a long kiss. I knew in that instant that he was all I ever needed.





Carter worked from his apartment the next day while I went into the office. I came home the next night and we ordered takeout and watched TV and made love in his bed. It felt like some sort of slice of heaven. I relished waking up next to him in the morning. It was a glimpse of what our lives could be like. Maybe Carter wasn't all wrong when he said if it's right it's hard in the beginning. It was the first time I could see what my future might actually look like with Carter Morgan in it, and my heart skipped a beat at the thought.





Ten





Carter flew back to Boston Friday morning for a meeting and I followed a few hours later. We'd planned to meet for dinner that night. I knew Cate would be mad, having not seen me all week, but Carter and I were in such a good place that I couldn't help but want to live inside our own little bliss for as long as possible.

Parker met me at the airport that afternoon. I slid into the back seat of the Bentley and shuddered at the thought of all the women that Parker had see in his rearview mirror, giggling over Carter, their hands on his chest, his lips on theirs. My heart clenched. I hated knowing that Carter had a past, but the only thing I could do was avoid thinking about it, which could be hard when it came up to bite me in the ass so regularly.

Parker maneuvered through the congested Boston traffic and my thoughts drifted back to the sweet few days Carter and I had spent together in New York. When things were good with us, they were so good, but when they were bad, it was like the bottom fell out beneath us.

Parker pulled up to the curb of The Hancock and I slid out and gave him a nod of thanks.

Carter's secretary waved me into his office with a smile. I walked in and Carter looked up from his desk with loving eyes and a genuine smile.

"Come here." He patted his lap. I walked to him, sat down and draped my arms around his neck. "I missed you." He nuzzled into my hair.

"It's only been a few hours." I twisted his silky hair between my fingers with a smile. I had missed him too.

"What can I say? You're like a drug, I can't live without a taste of you for long." His lips curved up in a sexy grin. I pressed my lips to his softly.

"I’ve got something for you." He waggled his eyebrows at me and reached down to pull a white shopping bag up from the floor. I peaked inside and giggled.

"I went to La Perla this morning, I thought it was about time I replaced all those panties I’ve been going through." He grinned. Various colors of lace peeked through tissue paper.

"Where are all my undies at anyway?" I arched and eyebrow at him. A slow grin spread across his face as he slid open a drawer of his desk to reveal the torn and tattered lace of my panties.