Picking Up the Pieces (Pieces, #2)(120)

I tried to move so that I could see her more clearly, but my movement caused her to stir slightly, so I froze. She shifted closer to me, nuzzling herself into the crook of my arm. It amazed me how we fit together perfectly, like our bodies had been designed to lie beside each other in exactly this way.

I relaxed, deciding not to move so that she could sleep. I didn't get to wake up next to her often. Having a teenage daughter, I hadn't wanted to send the wrong message to Eva by moving in with a woman I wasn't married to. It was one thing for Eva to think Carly and I were having sex. But it was another thing entirely to confirm her suspicions by having Carly sleep over. By only spending the night together when Eva wasn't around, I hoped to maintain plausible deniability. And Carly understood. But in a week, I'd be spending every night with her because then Carly would become completely mine. She'd be Mrs. Adam Carter, and I vowed there in that bed that I would spend the rest of my life treasuring mornings with Carly.

My mom was having a girls' weekend with Eva so that Carly and I could finish some last minute wedding stuff and enjoy our respective bachelor/bachelorette parties without having to worry about anything else. I couldn't wait to see what Frank had in store for me. Or maybe I could.

A hand skating down my stomach and disappearing below my comforter interrupted my thoughts. And as a slender finger leisurely trailed up my hardening cock, all thought left me completely.

"I didn't know you were awake." My voice was raspy with sleep and desire.

Carly pushed herself up and grinned into my neck. "I was." She wrapped her hand around my shaft and began to stroke, slowly at first, but quickly picked up speed as she squeezed me tighter.

A moan escaped my lips. This solidifies it: mornings are definitely my favorite.

She draped her leg over mine, and began to rub her moist heat against my thigh. "Just think," she whispered, "one more week and then we get to wake up this way every day."

I didn't tell her that just waking up next to her was enough for me. If she was willing to offer this erotic wake-up call daily, then far be it for me to dissuade her. "God, you make me so hard."

"And you make me wet. So wet, I think I may need to start carrying an extra thong in my purse," she said breathlessly. "Do you want to feel how much you turn me on, Adam?"

I growled as I fluidly rolled my body so that I was on top of her. "You bet your sexy ass I do." I took her mouth firmly, running my tongue along the seam between her lips before she opened up and let my tongue delve inside. But I didn't stay there long. I had more pressing business farther south. I trailed kisses down her neck, and then turned my attention to her perfectly round tits. "We're sleeping naked for the rest of our lives," I mumbled. "I like having complete access to you." I sucked a hardened nipple into my mouth, causing her back to bow off the bed.

She buried her hand in my hair. "Jesus Christ, you make my whole body feel like a live wire. Every time your lips are on my skin, I buzz everywhere. It's so good, baby." She moaned the words, causing pre-cum to leak from my tip.

I began working my way lower, licking, nipping, and sucking my way down her flat stomach, over her hip bones, and finally arriving at my destination. I pushed a finger into her, and was rewarded with Carly's mewling. I added a second finger and began working her toward release.

"I need your tongue, Adam. Please." Her grip on my hair tightened, and the entire scene was such a f*cking turn-on, I almost came on the spot.

As my fingers kept moving inside her, I leaned forward, darting my tongue out to make brief contact with her clit.

"Oh shit. Do that again."

I smiled at how demanding she was. It was so sexy to be with a woman who knew exactly what she wanted. And who wasn't afraid to ask for it.

"You want it again? You want me to lick your *?"

"You bet your sexy ass I do," she said, returning the same words I'd just said to her.

My eyes darted up to her face and saw the seductive smile she wore. "Open your eyes, Carly. I want you to watch what I do to you."

She opened them immediately, the blue orbs locking on me. She looked at me with so much love and primal need, my body instantly heated even more.

Keeping my eyes on her, I nuzzled between her legs, using my tongue to slip between her swollen folds before making contact with her clit again. But I didn't pull away this time. My tongue ravaged her, loving the taste of her sweet wetness in my mouth. Nothing tasted better than an aroused Carly. Nothing.

"Fuck, Adam, I'm so close."





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ABOUT THE AUTHORS


Elizabeth Hayley is actually "Elizabeth" and "Hayley," two friends who love reading romance novels to obsessive levels. This mutual love prompted them to put their English degrees to good use by penning their own. The product is Pieces of Perfect, their debut novel. They learned a ton about one another through the process, like how they clearly share a brain and have a persistent need to text each other constantly (much to their husbands' chagrin). They are currently writing the sequel to Pieces of Perfect, which is expected to be released in the spring/summer of 2014.