Carter (The Harlow Brothers Book 1) (28 page)

Carter stares down at me and I can see the lust and desire burning within his honey brown eyes. I reach up and take a hold of his neck pulling him down to me. I’m sick of waiting for him to take me. I know he’s been waiting and being patient, before we took our relationship to the next level, but I’ve been more than ready. I knew from the moment he made me feel bliss in the back of his truck there was no going back.

Not now, not ever.

His mouth takes mine again and his kiss is so tender, full of passion, and I moan as his tongue caresses mine. I let my hands roam through this hair loving the feel of it against my fingers. Carter’s hand runs up my leg, under my shirt, and he stops when he touches my bra. I arch my hips encouraging him to keep going, and to make me cry out with the pleasure only he can make me feel. He pulls his mouth off mine. I suck in a much needed breath, and turn my head to the side as he places hot kisses on my neck. His other hand grabs mine and he squeezes it, moving it above my head. It doesn’t seem possible, but I can feel our connection. I can feel his love pouring into me, and he’s barely touched me. My entire body zings with a delicious tingling sensation, and I slowly wrap my legs around his. There’s no part of us not touching, or not being connected, and I want more.

I crave it.

I need it.

Just like I told him before, I have to have him like the air we breathe. After not feeling this kind of passionate love for so long, it’s almost unbearable. He gently caresses my breast with his hand over my bra and I arch my back, trying to find more of his touch. He’s turning me into a wanton woman, but thoughts of stopping his hands, or his body from not being this close, isn’t even an option. I’d forgotten Carter’s kind and loving nature. I’d forgotten how it felt to be loved by someone who truly cares and wants to spend every waking moment together. It’s a powerful feeling. One that makes my heart flutter and makes my stomach dip.

When he bites my collar bone, I cry out but not in pain. No, Carter would never hurt me the way Easton had. My cries turn into a deep moan, and when his hips meet my aching pussy, I want to beg him to fuck me. I don’t want him to take his time savoring me. I want him now. I need him now, and I don’t think he knows just how much I do. “Carter, please.” I moan with an unrecognizable voice. It doesn’t sound like me. But I don’t really think much about it. I’m already too far gone to care.

He nips at my earlobe, and with a husky voice he whispers, “I’m not rushing this, Shel. I have to savor you.” He nips my lobe again. “To touch you in every way I can.” I suck in a breath as his hands roam all over me attentively. “I have to have my fill of you and trust me.” He raises up and we lock gazes as he says, “It’s not going to be over any time soon.” Fuck me. I don’t know how to respond and he takes it as his cue to continue devouring me. He carefully moves down, and patiently pulls my shirt up. He leaves it covering my breasts, and my stomach jumps as I feel his breath tickling my skin. It’s as if my body is hypersensitive, and every little caress is going to send me over the edge.

He plants sweet and tender kisses starting on my ribs, and I place my hands back in his thick hair as he moves around over my stomach. Hands are added to his kiss, and I lick my lips as I take in his warmth. All I can hear is the blood rushing to my brain. The familiar thump, thump of my heart and the ache, the need, shoots through me causing me to jerk him up to my mouth. Gone is his sweet and tender kiss. Carter takes my mouth like he’s starving for me. Like he can’t get enough and never wants it to end. His tongue dips in clashing with mine. Our teeth hit and when he pulls away quickly, he suddenly takes off my shirt. He tosses it off the bed and I don’t look away from him to see where it lands. Fuck the shirt. Fuck the clothes constricting us from touching skin to skin.

I feel my face flush as he gazes down at me seeing how much he appreciates my body, makes all my insecurities vanish. He slowly takes his forefinger, touching my necklace, moving down my chest over my racing heart, and slowly traces down between my breasts. My stomach is next, and his eyes follow his steady movement. Hungry and lustful eyes meet mine once he stops, and I swallow down a moan. I reach up to rid him of his shirt, but instead he takes both of my hands in his. He gently pulls me up and places me in his lap and my legs straddle his. I wrap my arms around his neck as he lets go of my hands, and my back arches instinctively when he runs both hands up it. Our eyes never waver as he brushes my hair out of my face, and I know I’m affecting him just as he is me. I hear his panting and see his chest rising and falling. I feel his hard cock against me, and I rock forward to make his cock touch my clit through our constricting clothes. The pressure is amazing and he groans as he closes his eyes. No words are needed because I know he wants me. I see it as he opens them and gazes at me adoringly. I’ve missed this look. I’ve missed the way my stomach flutters seeing him stare at me with such love and compassion. I move my hands down his chest taking my fill, and stop once I reach his waist. I wait to see what he does next, realizing the anticipation is really turning me on.

He cups my cheek, rubbing his thumb back and forth, before slowly sliding his hand down my neck. His touch is light, gentle, and he pushes my hair off my shoulder as he says softly, “You’re so beautiful, Shelby.” I close my eyes taking in his tender caress as he unhurriedly takes my bra strap and pulls it down. I feel the brush of his lips on my shoulder, and as he leaves small pecks following down where my strap hangs. His fingertips delicately run down my arm, leaving goosebumps behind. “I could spend all day showing you how much I love you.” I can’t stop the moan that escapes my lips hearing his words. Carter knows just what to say to make me fall even more in love with him. Just knowing he feels the same way as I do, thrills me unlike anything I’ve ever known before. I’ve never stopped loving Carter. Even if we were apart for so long, my feelings never changed. People say you never forget your first love, and I wholeheartedly believe that. I never thought he’d still care for me after learning some of the things I went through, but I should’ve known better. Carter’s the most genuine person I’ve ever met, and he’d never turn his back on me. Especially when I need him the most. When he told me he loved me back, I felt my whole body let go of all the pain and suffering I’d experienced.

His love is all I’ve ever needed.

I open my eyes and keep them on him as he uses his other hand to tilt my head to the side, doing the same sweet and loving caress on my right arm. I cherish his touch, his caress. I shiver with pleasure when his hands roam to my back again, and he unsnaps my bra clasp. It slowly falls down as I pull my hands off his waist and he reaches to my front, grabbing the lacy bra tossing it on the floor. Before he can touch me again, I grab the bottom of his shirt quickly taking it off him. He grins at my sneaky and bold move, but I need his warmth touching me in every way I can get it. My breath catches in my throat as I stare at him, and even though I’ve seen him more than once with his shirt off. Being this close and feeling the sexual tension surrounding us, it seems as if I’m dreaming. I reach out my hand placing it over his fast pacing heart, just to be sure he’s here. Looking up at him, he takes a hold of my hand and brings it to his lips. He presses light kisses all over my fingertips and pulls me to him. I place my hand on his shoulder as he takes my mouth again, and Carter’s hands glide all over my upper body. When he cups my breast with both hands, he groans and I let out a squeal as he quickly flips me on my back. I don’t have time to even get adjusted to the new position as he claims my mouth again, still kneading my breasts.

He hovers over me and one arm is placed beside my head holding himself up. Wrapping my legs around his waist, his other hand caresses my left breast firmly as I run mine up his back. His tongue dips into my mouth, and I twirl mine against his, loving how he tastes. When his hand moves to my other breast, I arch my hips, seeking the much needed attention to my aching clit. He presses his hips to mine, causing me to moan into his mouth, and I use my hands to pull him closer. Carter gives me a final peck on my lips, then moves down to my chin, slowly to down my neck, leaving me burning hotter than before with his kiss. He nips at my collar bone then kisses the sting of his bite away, before moving to my breasts.

He sucks and pulls at my sensitive nipple with his hot mouth. I can’t stop from pushing my breasts to him wanting more. He chuckles then says, “You still love this?” He takes my other breast with his mouth, while his other hand kneads my other at the same time. He pinches my wet nipple with his forefinger and thumb before declaring, “I remember everything you love, Shel.” I moan in agreement, thinking how could either one of us forget something that feels so fucking good. His hips press into me again as he takes one final nip at my breast. Then he starts to kiss down my ribs making it to my stomach, but once he reaches my pants he stops to look at me. I raise my head, wondering what he’s up to as he traces his fingertips ever so lightly above my jeans. “Do you know what I want to do, Shel?”

I have an idea, but I breathlessly answer with, “No.”

He grins, then plants a kiss under my belly button. He sits on his knees eyes focused on mine, as he unbuttons my jeans. I bite my lip wishing he’d hurry, but I don’t speak. I can’t form the words even if I wanted to. Carter has me in a seductive trance. One that I find I don’t want to ever break. I glance down as he unzips my blue jeans, and I lift my hips when he starts to pull them down. Soon my jeans find the floor with the rest of my clothes, and all that’s left is my panties. My head falls back down on the pillow when both of his hands glide up my legs. He reaches to the top of my panties, slowly pulling them down as I raise my hips for him. Glancing down at him, my nipples harden as he moves back in between my legs, and firmly grips my thighs. “Do you know now, Shelby?” He asks with a groan. He’s inches away from my aching and wanting pussy. I arch my hips willing him to do exactly what I want him to.

“Carter, please,” I cry out begging and pleading for him to devour me.

“Please what?”

I swallow, knowing he wants me to ask for it. My face flushes as does my whole body and I tell him, “You know what I want.”

My eyes roll in the back of my head as his tongue licks me from top to bottom, and I’m left panting, craving more when he asks, “This what you want?”

He licks me again, and again, before I scream out, “Yes, please, Carter! More.”

I feel the vibrations of his groan. A sound I’m loving more and more when he stops again. “I remember you loving this very much.”

I raise up to my elbows and demand, “Carter, please stop teasing me and either fuck me, or use your tongue again.” He chuckles, but he finally gives in and starts licking and sucking on my pussy. I fall back as I let out a cry of pleasure, arching my hips with his slow and deliberate strokes. His tongue dips in and out of me, and I don’t try to stop the loud moans that escape me. He sucks hard on my clit as his hands on my thighs tighten their hold keeping me in place. I feel nothing but him. Nothing but sweet and blissful sensations raging havoc on my body. My stomach clenches as he nips at my sensitive clit and I push my hips closer to his mouth seeking more of his skillful tongue.

I instantly feel the familiar build of euphoria coming. I don’t fight it. When Carter stops, I let out a frustrated groan wondering if he’s just going to tease me all night. I open my eyes watching him as he hovers over me still wearing his jeans, as he says against my lips, “As much as I love your taste when you come, I want to be inside you. I have to feel you come undone on me. With me.” I suck in a breath, finding I’m loving this side of him. When we had sex as teenagers it was sweet and innocent, since we were each other’s firsts. But it was also awkward until after a few times. He never was controlling in the bedroom or assertive. It’s a change. One that I’m thrilled to see happen.

I lean up desperate to rid him of his clothes as quickly as possible. My hands fumble with his belt, and I hear him snicker as I cuss. He takes my hands off his belt, and I stare into his eyes as he undresses. He has a satisfied grin, and I’m sure it’s because I’ve turned into a sex fiend for him. I gaze down at his skillful hands as he unbuttons his jeans, and wet my lips wanting to taste him. My eyes slowly look him over, appreciative of his strong physique. He’s not overly muscular, just enough to turn me on more as I take him in. My gaze is broken when he leaves the bed to discard his pants, and he stops for a second before taking off his boxer briefs. I glance up at him seeing him watching me, then he swiftly pulls his boxers down. I swallow deeply as my eyes travel down his body, and they stop at his rigid cock. I smirk when it jumps at my attention and look back up. I beckon him to take me with a crook of my finger, and he happily obliges.

He crawls over me, arms on either side of me, and I hold on to them needing to feel him more. He leans his head closer as I raise mine to kiss him deeply, passionately, and with so much love flowing through me into him. I can taste myself on him and the thought of him licking and pleasing me, makes my pussy clench with want and longing. I open my legs wider to accommodate him as he pushes his hips into me. I can feel his hard cock against me, his warmth, and everything in me wants him to take me, claim me, and never stop. He ends our kiss to stare at me, and I feel his cock right at my entrance. My hands move to his lower back pulling him closer, needing him inside of me, and the intensity in his eyes makes my pussy clench again with a feverous want. The need to be filled is driving me mad. “Carter, please.” I beg.

“Fuck, Shel. I love hearing my name coming from your lips.” He slowly slides the tip of his cock in and we both groan, feeling the instant pleasure from it. “Please tell me you’re on some sort of birth control,” he asks, stopping all movement.

“Yes,” I breathe out. “I have an implant in my arm.” I don’t tell him Easton made me get it, but at the time I didn’t want kids either.

I push all thoughts of Easton out of mind, knowing he doesn’t belong here in this moment as Carter says, “Good because I can’t have any barriers between us.” As soon as the words leave his lips, he thrusts into me deeply making me call out incoherent words. My head rolls back, and my eyes close as he slowly pushes in and out of me. My hands move up to his arm, and to his shoulder as my legs tighten around him, keeping him right where I need him. I let the pleasure take over, as he stops to pull my chin down with his fingers. “Stay with me, Shel.”