“Tell me what size and color. I’ll buy them tomorrow.”
She burst out laughing. “Size four, they were blue, and I shop at Victoria’s Secret.” She couldn’t picture him rifling through the lacy undergarments, no matter how hard she tried.
He brushed his hands up her thighs, moved them to her ass and pulled her tighter into his body. “Blue it is.” His grin sent shivers down her spine. “Bree, I want you.” His head dipped to a peaked nipple and he swirled his tongue over it, drew it between his lips. Sparks shot straight to her core. He nipped at it with his teeth, pulled it into the heat of his mouth. When her body trembled, he pulled back and gazed at her. “You like that?” He bent back to the other bud and tortured it in the same fashion. The moan that slipped from her mouth echoed with need.
Bree reached between their bodies and grasped his erection. She tightened her hand around it, ran up and down the length of his hard, hot shaft, and it jerked with a spasm in her hand. She traced the engorged veins with her fingertips as she swept toward the head. She collected pre-cum with her palm, moving down his penis to massage the cream into his balls until he expelled her nipple from his mouth and sucked in a lungful of air.
“Damn, baby.”
She loved the power she held over him at that moment. “I like everything you’ve done to me so far.”
“I haven’t done nearly what I’ve wanted to.”
“Tell me what else you want to do?”
“This.” His tongue swished between her breasts, down her stomach, laved her bellybutton. “And this.” He rose up and lifted her enough to turn her over. She groaned, a sound that came from her toes and traveled up, when he stroked her back with butter-soft fingertips. He moved down to the top of her butt. His fingers splayed out and he circled the base of her spine with his thumbs. “Most of all, this.” He traced her cheek with one hand. He squeezed and massaged her butt until she bit the cover of the bed. He pushed a finger into her pussy from behind, her hips lifting automatically. She cocked her head to the side so she could see him.
He withdrew it and took it to his lips. “So hot,” he rasped before it disappeared into his mouth. He pulled it out and said, “And so sweet.” He came back to her ass, parted her cheeks and touched the warm, wet tip of the finger to her anus.
“Aarrghh, Carter, please.” Her body was a mass of nerve endings. “Do it.” When she felt it sink past the rim, she relaxed her muscles. “Yes.” She lifted more, so he could penetrate her further.
“Oh sweet baby.” He wiggled his finger into her dark hole and pushed deeper. She flattened her body on the mattress, ground her pelvis into the bed. “You want more?”
“Yes.” Her channel clenched when his finger left her.
He pulled a pillow from the head of the bed and shoved it beneath her belly. He pumped his erection through the moist folds of her pussy while his hands held onto her waist. When he pulled back, she squirmed, raising her ass up, trying to get him back. The broad head of his penis pressed at her drenched opening and he slid in. His cock slowly filled her up.
“Oh Carter,” she murmured, her face buried in the bedding.
“You want more?” His warm breath whispered in her ear. She rose up on her knees, opening wide for him to continue his assault. “That’s it, baby, let me in.”
He started a rhythmic stroke inside her. Slow then fast. In and out with such force, his balls smacked against her. The wet sound of their loving drove her crazy. She couldn’t get enough of this man. Her ass jutted back each time he pounded forward. Her sheath convulsed, trembled and leaked around his hardness. Her pussy clenched, pulling him farther into her core. She squeezed and milked his shaft, wanting to feel it go deeper.
A wave built inside her, ready to crash from her, drown him. “I’m going to come.” She rocked back on his cock, taking more each time he drove into her. “Now,” she cried out.
“Here it is, baby. I’m going to come in your tight pussy, fill it with cum.”
She felt his seed spurt deep inside her. He continued to plow into her with fast, hard strokes. His hands tugged on her hips, pulled her back each time he plunged forward.
“You’re mine. I can’t let you go,” he groaned as he slowed and shortened his lunges in her canal, emptying his balls. He rolled to the side and took her with him, his cock still pulsing inside her. He curled her into his embrace and held her snug with an arm over her stomach. “Oh, Bree, I want to keep you here.”
“Carter, we didn’t use protection. I’m on the Pill…”
“I haven’t touched a woman in over six months. My last checkup, I got a clean bill of health. I’d never do anything to hurt you.”
“I haven’t been with a man in over a year. Dancing, working, I didn’t want anybody.”
“Nobody’s going to touch this again.” He ran his hand through the wetness between her legs, gently playing with her swollen clit. It shuddered back to life at his touch. “It belongs to me.” He continued to stroke her mound, caress her love-soaked nether lips, coaxing more cream from her pussy. She mewled at the attention he lavished on her and rotated her hips against his groin, felt his penis quiver.
“Mmm, yes, that feels so good.”
“Tomorrow, bring your things here.”
She lay quietly in his arms. Bree wanted nothing more than to be with him for as long as she could. But not like this. She didn’t want him to feel like he had to take her in out of charity. When she didn’t answer right away, she felt him stiffen, pull away from her.
“Bree?”
“I can’t.”
Chapter Five
Had he heard her right? Carter’s heart sank. He’d never asked a woman to live with him. He was nearing forty, but age had nothing to do with it. He’d just never found the right one.
Bree was it.
“Why?”
“I just can’t.”
“Is it because of Cara?” His palms sweated. Christ, he had to come up with a plan. And fast. “I need a new partner. Are you at least interested in that?”
“I guess we could dance together. It won’t affect our work, will it?”
“It’ll probably make it better. I won’t be afraid to touch you anymore.” Her body trembled. Hell, she was laughing at him!
“I wanted to touch you too.”
“Is that all?”
“I want to taste you.”
She moved out of his embrace and rose to her knees beside him. Her eyes mesmerized him. They brimmed with longing. Her scent exploded around him. His dick jerked to life. Her tongue flicked out and swept her lips, wetted them.
Her head lowered toward him and he flattened on his back, moving his hands to the bars at the top of the bed. Tremors racked his body as he waited for her to take him in her mouth.
She licked the tip. He arched up for more, but she moved away.
“Shit, babe.”
She chuckled loudly. He settled his hips onto the bed.
Again, she whisked her tongue across the head, blew warm air on it.
“Christ, you’re killing me.”
“Shh, or I’ll stop.”
He clamped his teeth together, afraid she meant what she said.
Suddenly, her lips enclosed him, took him all the way in, drew his length to the back of her throat. Carter bit back the groan that gurgled its way into his throat. His hands gripped the headboard so tight he expected to hear the wood splinter. She drew up then slid down on him again. He couldn’t hold it any longer.
“Jesus, yes,” he bellowed.
She pushed his cock from her mouth. “You’re so hot,” she whispered. She took him in her hand and slid the taut skin up and down. Using her nails, she raked the tender underside while she used her other hand to fondle his moist sac. His body bowed up, hips gyrated, forcing his penis in and out of her fingers.
She moved back over him, her lips devouring and sucking down his hard length. Over and over, she swallowed him. Her tongue caressed his cock. Each time she came up for air, she n
ibbled the tip, planted kisses down to his balls. She greedily lapped at the sac that had grown so tight, he was afraid he’d spurt all over her face.
He released his hold on the bed and cradled her head, pushing in and out of her mouth. He’d had all he could take. He sat up and moved back against the headboard. Grabbing her arms, he brought her on top of him. He watched as she lifted herself, grasped his cock and guided it between her legs. When the broad head disappeared, he waited to feel it touch the entrance to her vagina. She worked the hardness through the hot liquid-drenched folds, and his dick slipped deep inside her.
“Bree.” Her name rolled in a whisper past his lips. He arched up into her and began to punish her with a fast, hard rhythm. She met every stroke with one of her own. His hands spanned her waist, held her tight as they thrust together.
She leaned over him, her hands placed on the frame at the top of the bed. Her breasts bounced over him, teased him. He raised his head and latched onto a hard nipple and sucked at it each time she pushed low. Twisting his head, he caught the other peak, tugged and bit at it.
A whimper escaped her. “I want to come, make me come,” she pleaded. He rose faster, harder. Slammed every thick inch into her pussy.
His toes curled into the bed as he forced his hips against her, letting her clit rub against him just like she wanted to. “Take it, take what you want.” She pressed into him with short bursts of movement and convulsed around his cock.
“Oooh, Carter,” she murmured as her orgasm pulsed from her and drenched him in cream.
“That’s my baby.” He bucked up and into her with a few short strokes and semen jetted into her core. “Yeah, Bree, that’s what I want.” He continued to pump inside her until he was satiated and she collapsed against him. He caressed her back, stroked her ass until their breathing slowed. She’d buried her face in his neck and planted wet kisses along his collarbone.
“I like how you taste,” she whispered in his ear.
He rolled her over onto her back, covered her mouth with his and kissed her long and hard. He plunged his tongue into the hot recess and tasted his own exotic flavor. He pulled away and sprinkled her nose, her brow with tiny kisses. Damn, this woman got to him in a way no other ever had. He scooped her into his arms and spooned behind her, his hand over her stomach, lavishing her with his touch.
“I don’t know if I can let you go.” When she didn’t respond, he thought she’d fallen asleep. He intended to do everything possible to keep her. He’d come up with a way.
Carter was used to getting what he wanted.
* * * * *
The sun felt warm on her face. Bree opened her eyes, a little disoriented. Shit! Carter. She was still in his bed. And late for work. Thank goodness they only worked ’til two on Saturday. She untangled from the covers and turned over.
He was gone.
A note lay pinned to the pillow.
I like how you taste too.
She smiled. Damn. Why couldn’t she say yes to him? There wouldn’t be much to move. Some clothes, a few keepsakes. She’d lived sparsely over the years. Always with a roommate. Things she’d kept in storage were long gone.
No way though could she live with him just because he thought she had nowhere else to go. She had an apartment and she intended to go home. To hell with Cara. They’d had arguments before, though nothing like this had ever happened. Her friend would stay pissed a long time about losing her dance partner and she’d blame Bree.
Oh lord, she had nothing to put on but the crumpled dress lying across the chair. Dang, what a way to greet the day. At least a shower would make her feel better. For the first time she noticed his bedroom had a master bath. She stood, stretched and went through the door. Lying on the countertop was a towel and cloth. Beside the linen was a pair of navy sweats and a white tee with another note.
Don’t wash them before you return—I’ll need something with your smell on it to help me through the days without you.
She looked in the mirror. Her eyes sparkled and her lips were curved in a smile. Laughter erupted from her when she saw the big hickey on her neck. Bree glowed with happiness.
“I love you, Carter Gates,” she whispered. She did something she hadn’t done since she was a teenager. She drew a great big heart on the mirror with her finger and wrote inside Bree loves Carter. She giggled as she stepped into the shower.
Her shower was so quick the room didn’t even steam up. She threw the clothes on, remembered to lock the door, and sprinted down the drive to her car. She’d go home, put on makeup and a decent outfit. She couldn’t wait to see him.
She parked in her normal spot by the boss’s sport coupe. An ear-to-ear grin split her face. She opened the office and her heart dropped. He wasn’t there.
The day’s mail stood in the center of her desk. She got to work on it right away. She printed out a few invoices that were due and placed them in a neat pile for his signature. She kept one eye on the clock and one on the phone, hoping it would ring. A little before noon she decided to walk to the corner deli for a sandwich.
Starved, she finished her turkey wrap in no time, drank her iced tea and went back to the office.
Still no Carter. No messages.
The next hour dragged on forever. She straightened things in her workspace and left for home. Her eyes stinging, she held the tears at bay. What the heck, she’d had one great night.
She pulled into her spot at the apartment and saw Cara’s car. Hell and damnation. She didn’t feel like dealing with her. Might as well get it over with.
“Hey.”
“You have some nerve coming back here. Traitor.”
“Cara, I live here and this is not my fault.”
“The hell it isn’t. Look, I can’t talk to you now. I’m really disappointed you thought so little of our friendship.” She stormed out the door and Bree followed her.
“Cara?” she called as the elevator slammed shut. “Shit.”
Dance, that’s what she needed to unwind. She wasn’t up to her usual three-mile run. She’d shower and go out, maybe to the spot on Canoga. She’d never seen Carter there and wouldn’t have to face him. She decided to go to the mall, have a salad and arrive at the club early.
* * * * *
She nursed her second gin, tapped her foot. Bodies swiveled and gyrated to the sensuous thrum and rhythm of guitar and piano. If she had a partner she would have already taken to the floor.
“Bree.” Kev headed her way and thank God he was by himself. “How are you?”
“Good.”
“Where’s Cara? She didn’t show up for lessons?”
“I’m probably the last person you should ask.” She sipped her drink.
“Hey, she’ll come around. You know Cara.” He ordered a drink and plopped on the stool next to her. She hoped he was right because looking for another roommate was not something she looked forward to.
She heard the melancholy strains of Nina Simone’s Take Care of Business. She loved it and felt like moving. “Wanna dance, Kev?”
“Sure.” He polished off his drink and sat the glass on the bar, pushed a hank of flaxen hair from his forehead. “Let’s dance our troubles away.”
They moved into the mix on the floor. Taking her hand, he spun her once, twice, and pulled her tight with her back to him. She swayed against him until he stepped her out and into a pivot, bringing her close, their bodies moving as one. He pushed her away and she circled him, swinging her hips, her back rubbing sensuously against his. When she turned back to face him, it was Carter who pulled her tight to his chest.
“Thanks, Kevin, for taking care of my baby.” Her breath caught in her throat. He looked so freaking good. His cologne wafted in the air, excited her beyond belief and caused moisture to collect at her core. “Dancing without me, partner?”
“I needed to get out. Cara…” She stopped, not wanting to give him more ammunition against her friend.
“Why didn’t you call me?” he asked.
“Why
didn’t you call me? Your car was at the office.” Her voice faded. “I thought you were busy.”
“I needed to visit another site. Sorry, I should have left a note.” He held her arms out and she slid down the front of him. He pulled her around in a low pirouette and brought her back up.
“How did you find me? I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be asking you questions. You don’t have to account to me.”
He snapped her tight to his body and ground into her. She felt his erection press into her stomach. He was hard as hell. She smiled, liking the effect she had on him.
“You talked about this place last night, figured you might be here.” He spun, wrapped her in his arms and swayed across the floor with her. “I like accounting to you.” His boyish grin broke the last defense she had. “Did you miss me?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Come home with me tonight? I’ve got a surprise for you.” She wiggled her hips smoothly in front of him. “God, I love the way you move your ass.”
The music ended and he held her close. Bree was lost. Nothing could be done about it. This man held her heart in his hands. Would he run the other way if he knew what she felt? She gazed up into his eyes and her knees grew weak at what she saw. The gray smoldered with fire, pierced and burned her. It was as though he tried to read her mind.
He circled her waist with his arm and guided her back to the bar where Kev sat nursing his second drink.
“No Cara tonight?” Carter reached for her purse hanging from the back of the chair. He draped it over her arm.
“Haven’t heard from her since I dropped her off.”
“She’ll be fine. The lady’s a survivor if nothing else.”
Kev’s eyes clouded with sadness. “Yeah, guess you’re right. I really like her.”
“Well, I hope it works out for you. Bree and I are going to take off. Did you drive?”
“I’m with some friends.” He nodded his head toward the other side of the bar.
Bree felt bad for him. “Kev, I’ll see you later.”
Carter hustled her toward the entrance. One hand rested on her shoulder, the other stroked her ass.
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