Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 116597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
“You’re so beautiful.”
I nearly gagged, eyes rolling open so I could pinpoint him with an unimpressed glare.
He chuckled. “Wow. You’d have thought I said you have warts.”
“That line is tired,” I said. “Try again.”
He frowned. “But you are beautiful.”
Why did it feel like he poured a bucket of roaches on me when he said that?
Maybe it was because those words made me flash back to the most horrid night of my life, to the time a man older than me, a man I trusted, said the same two words before completely destroying me.
“You’re beautiful.”
Panic was playing at the edges of my calm façade, but I must have still had a look of disgust on my face, because Carter full-on laughed and shook his head. “Alright, alright, no comments about beauty. Hmm…”
He wiggled his shoulders, sitting up taller as his brows folded together in concentration. I let that action bring me back to the present, shutting the door on the past and leaving it right where it belonged.
Carter continued playing with my hair, careful not to toy with it too much, just enough to give me the sensation. Then, he leaned in closer, taking my hat off and trailing the rim of it down my arm before he sat it behind me. His other hand came up to frame my jaw, and he tilted my head toward him.
“You are fucking remarkable, Liv. You know that?”
He slid his fingers to curl around the back of my neck, thumbs framing my jaw, grip strong as he guided me into him.
“Ever since you walked through that door, all I’ve been able to think about is touching you… tasting you.” His nostrils flared, his eyes on my lips. He shook his head like restraining himself was torture. “Please don’t make me wait any longer.”
That worked.
My mind was clear again, that hint of panic replaced by another jolt between my legs, another parting of my lips as I leaned into those words, into the heat that swept over me from the power of them.
And just like I’d given him permission to, Carter read the signs — and he kissed me.
He was tentative for only second, just a beat of insecurity when our lips first touched. I almost pulled back to scold him, but as if he sensed it, his grip on my neck tightened and he deepened the kiss.
After that, it was like he was pulling out all the stops to impress me.
His lips were warm and firm, seeking as he inhaled a deep breath like just kissing me was enough to give him all the pleasure he’d ever need in life. I loved the way his large hands spanned my jaw and neck as he held me to him, as he tilted me just slightly so he could fit our lips together perfectly.
He opened his mouth, and I followed, both of us moaning when he slid his tongue inside and met mine.
“Fuck,” he groaned, and then he was pulling me into his lap.
One hand slid between us and tugged on my belt buckle so hard he lifted me, and I followed the cue, slinging one leg up and over until I was straddling him like a saddle. He wrapped me up then, large arms fully encompassing my frame as he kissed me harder, deeper, with more longing.
And I almost lost myself.
I almost forgot it was all a lesson as his hands slid down to cup my ass and squeeze.
I almost gave into the temptation to rock against him when he slid his hands into the back pockets of my shorts and flexed his hips up to meet mine.
I almost let out the whimper I was fighting to hold back when he nipped at my bottom lip with his teeth before capturing me in another hot, bruising kiss.
Carter Fabri.
A damn good kisser.
Who would have thought?
“Oho, so he does have a little game hiding up his sleeve,” I teased, pulling back from the kiss with a press of my nails into his chest. I smiled when he opened his eyes as if he were drugged, his lids heavy, lips swelling. “That wasn’t so bad, Rookie.”
“Give me another five minutes and I think I can earn an A plus.”
He breathed the words before he was hooking me behind the neck and pulling me into him again, his mouth capturing mine as he rocked his hips up against me.
“Did I say you could kiss me again?” I asked, still teasing, but with more of an edge to my voice as I bit down hard on his bottom lip.
Carter winced and groaned, but I knew the pain turned him on more than it warned him to stop. His hands gripped my hips hard, holding me in place like he wanted to fuck me right through all the layers of clothes still between us.