A Pound of Flesh (A Pound of Flesh #1)(119)

Carter exhaled loudly, expectantly, when her hands moved gradually down his body, outlining the grooves of his muscled stomach and the hair below his belly button. When they finally reached the buttons of his fly, Kat’s hand cupped him through the denim of his jeans and rubbed up his full length, hard and slow.

Carter’s hips lifted eagerly to meet her incredible palm. It was insanely erotic, having her rub his dick the way she was, knowing he was naked underneath; her hand could be wrapped around him in mere seconds, stroking and making him beg.

Holy shit, he would beg. He’d beg her for anything.

Kat kept up the movement of her hand: up and down, gripping and rubbing, purring and sighing and feathering his chest with kisses.

Carter’s abdomen began to tense. “You’re gonna make me come if you … if you keep that shit up.”

She smiled and grabbed him tighter. “And that’s bad?”

He took hold of her face and pulled her mouth roughly to his, hot and hungry. “I’d much rather be inside you when that happens.”

“God, yes.” She moved her delectable ass so it was resting on his thighs.

With wide, excited eyes, Kat looked down at his button fly and began to pop each one open, slowly, cautiously. Fisting the bedsheets, he waited for her hands to touch, waited for the softness of her palm against him. It would feel so damn good. He rotated his hips impatiently.

It was then that Carter looked at her, and what he saw set every nerve ending in his body aflame. Kat was gaping at his cock, which was pushing readily through his open fly, and, Jesus, she looked hungry for it.

Like, animal hungry. Like she wanted to devour him.

He wanted her to devour him, to overwhelm him, intensely, desperately. But he had to be sure.

Carter sat up, taking Kat by surprise, and wrapped his arms around her. “We don’t have to,” he murmured, rubbing her nose with his in a gesture he hoped was reassuring. He pulled his face back and pushed her still damp hair away from her face. “I want you. I’ve always wanted you. But I want it to be right. I want it to be perfect.”

Her face softened. “We’re meant to be this way. Do you not feel that?”

“Kat,” he said incredulously, kissing the tip of her shoulder, “I felt it from the moment you found me again.”

She cupped his face. “So don’t be afraid,” she insisted. “Just be with me.”

And they kissed.

And Carter lost himself to her.

Every. Single. Fucking. Part.

He lay down, bringing her with him with his hands in her hair, holding her as close as he could. She melted against him, curving into his body: a perfect fit above him. Slowly, and with his mouth still fixed to hers, Carter rolled over, covering her once again, wrapping himself around her from head to toe; their limbs aligned exactly.

Releasing her lips with a quick flick of his tongue, and with a tender kiss to her chin, Carter pushed up on his palms and moved so he was standing at the end of the bed. Keeping his eyes on hers, he removed his boots and socks. His hands were at the hips of his jeans when he saw her fingers were at the edge of her panties.

Without a word spoken, they pushed down their respective clothing and saw each other—naked—for the first time.

Carter’s gaze roamed down her body as Kat’s eyes did the same to him. She was perfect, every dip and curve of her. She was pink. Bare. And aching for his mouth all over her. Carter inhaled a shaky breath, seeing her equally captivated and enthralled by him.

Kat smiled, teasing. “You’re very sexy.”

Carter laughed, easing the nervous tension, before he kneeled on the bed between her legs, willing himself to keep his shit together. He was so hard he ached and pulsed with every breath.