A Pound of Flesh (A Pound of Flesh #1)(116)

“Oh, God,” Kat murmured.

He did it again. Her head lolled back, elegant and beautiful.

“You like that?” He kissed her again. She gripped his shoulders in reply. Her nails dug into him and he grunted in pleasure. His hands grabbed both of her heavy breasts, roughly kneading the soft skin while her nipples puckered in his palms.

“Yes,” she answered in a breathless gasp. “Please. Please. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

[page]Carter halted her words with his mouth. “Stop. You’re here now.” He pushed her hair from her face as it dripped down her nose. “Just you and me.”


He cupped her face, rubbing at the wet skin under her eyes, and kissed her. Her hands held his forearms securely, letting him lead it. Carter tried to rein in his desire—f*ck, he tried so damn hard—but all too soon, the fire between them began to strengthen, their passion for each other igniting into flames.

With a feral growl that sounded like her name, Carter bent down and picked her up, smiling against her mouth when her legs and arms wrapped firmly around him. He gripped her ass and groaned when her naked breasts slid against his chest, the rainwater acting as a natural lubricant.

Without any stumbling this time, Carter carried her through his apartment to his bed and kneeled, laying her down and spreading his weight protectively across her. He let his hands roam across her skin, up her sides, across her breasts, to her neck and stomach as they panted and moaned between crumpled lips.

Unable to resist any longer, Carter’s mouth eventually followed the path of his hands, hungry and wanting more of her body. He growled when she arched, and he jerked his hips firmly against hers when she grabbed at his ass.

He bit the underside of her right breast and she yelped before moaning in pleasure.

“More,” she whimpered into his hair. “Please, Carter. More.”

“Anything.” His hand dropped, quickly, to the button on her jeans and pushed it through.

He pulled at her zipper and hooked his fingers into the denim waistband. He waited, suddenly nervous, wanting to make sure she was okay, that this was what she truly wanted. He glanced up at her from under his lashes.

Tell me you want this. Tell me you want this as much as I do.

She gazed at him and caressed his cheek. “Don’t stop.”

She lifted her hips and he pulled her jeans down. He let his knuckles graze along her thighs and calves, and laughed when he got to her ankles and discovered she still had her boots on.

“Sorry.” She giggled.

He began to untie them. “No problem,” he replied, kissing her ankle while he removed one boot and sock, and then the other.

Finally free of any obstacles, Carter yanked her jeans all the way off and kneeled on the edge of the bed, taking her in. She was breathtaking. Feminine. Sexy. Gorgeous. Her skin was pale and unblemished, and looked as soft as he knew it was under his fingertips.

He moaned low in his throat, unable to move, happy to just look at her.

“Carter,” Kat whispered in concern. She lifted up onto her forearms and caught his eye with a dip of her chin. “If you don’t want to do this, I understand after what I said, and did, I—”

Carter swallowed her words with a hungry mouth. “I want,” he gasped into her mouth. “I really f*cking want.” His hand slid down her waist, to her hip, and played with the side of her panties, hesitating. “Can I? Can I touch you?”

“I want nothing more than your fingers on me.”

“Christ.” He tucked his hand under the cotton of her panties and ran his knuckles down her soft, naked lips. “Wet,” he growled as his hand traveled up and down.