A Pound of Flesh (A Pound of Flesh #1)(120)

Never had he been so insane for a woman.

He wanted all of her at once. Every part of her. He wanted to make her his. Mark her. Come in her. Come on her. He wanted to f*ck her, to lick her, to feast on her. He wanted her panting, moaning, coming, and loud. He wanted her fast, hard, soft, and gentle. He wanted her above him, below him, in front of him, and at his side.

He ran both of his trembling hands across his scalp, terrified that they would hold her too tight if he let them. He dropped them to his sides, helpless, and held his breath.

“Kat, I—I want …”

In a move that made Carter’s head light, Kat took his hand in hers and lifted it to her lips. She placed tiny kisses across his fingertips and knuckles, nuzzling his palm and breathing in his wrist before she held it against her cheek. Her eyes met his and every ounce of air held inside him left his body in a rush, leaving his heart stammering and stuttering, and his knees so weak that, had he been standing, he would have surely fallen.

He had fallen. He’d fallen so hard.

She tilted her head up, her beauty damn near blinding him. “You and me.”

He nodded with a slack jaw and a pounding heart. “You and me,” Carter answered; his thumb traced her cheek. He watched her lie back down and settled on his knees between her thighs.

Taking her ankle in his hand, Carter lifted it to his mouth and placed soft openmouthed kisses around it, moving down to her foot, where his tongue slid along her instep. Next were her calf and the dip behind her knee. She giggled when his tongue came out to taste her there, but grunted when his palms ghosted over her skin, leaving gooseflesh in their wake.

Taking his sweet-ass time, Carter crawled up her body, kissing every piece of skin he could see along the way. Her thighs were full and lush, and he spent extra time kissing and nibbling at those while pushing his nose into the crease of her groin. He smelled, but he didn’t allow himself a taste. He wanted to save that delicacy and savor every moment later.

Kat moaned and grabbed at him and, by the time he reached her stomach and his tongue was in her belly button, she was heaving under him and dragging his face up toward her mouth.

“Carter.” She groaned when he resisted her impatient hands. “Stop teasing.”

He chuckled into her right breast and squeezed her left one. He moved over her and flicked at her lips with his tongue. Her hands grabbed his ass, nipping the skin with her nails.

“Fuck. That feels good,” he muttered into her neck.

She did it again, lifted her legs up to her sides, and rested her heels on his lower back.

Carter hissed and dropped his head back as the tip of his cock brushed her wetness. Her heat was extraordinary. His hands cupped the sides of her face and he moved his lips across hers, languid and worshipful.

Dammit, he couldn’t wait to be in her. He moved his hips minutely.

Yes, so deep, wet, tight, and—

Fuck.

He dropped his face onto her shoulder with a heavy thump and yelled loudly into her skin as his hips retreated. His cock rested heavy and hard on her thigh.

“Carter?” Kat asked nervously. Her hands rubbed down his back.

He smacked his hand down on the mattress by Kat’s head, ready to throw himself under a bus, or a cab, or f*cking both, and lifted his head while avoiding her gaze.

He silently fumed, glaring at the pillow above her head. “I— Shit, I don’t have any condoms.” And why would he? He’d been in prison for the best part of two years. Not much tail to be had there. “Kat?” he asked, in confusion. She looked nervous and she was definitely blushing. “What is it?”