A Pound of Flesh (A Pound of Flesh #1) (31 page)

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.

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 fuck 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 fucking 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?”

“Well, I—” She cleared her throat and started to make small circles on his shoulder with her fingertip. “I am covered, I mean, you know. And I’m clean.”

“Covered?” he repeated.

“Mmhm. And you have to go for your checkups, right?” she asked, to which he nodded like a mute idiot. “So, we know you’re clean. And I trust you. That is, if you trust me?”

She was adorably uneasy as she finished her sentence and her eyes were suddenly everywhere but on Carter’s face. He lifted her chin and kissed her.

“I
am
clean,” he said, his eyes flickering between hers. “And I do trust you.” He kissed both of her cheeks. “With my life,” he added quietly. “But I’ll only do this if you’re sure.”

She seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and pressed her heels right back into his ass, lifting her hips to his.

“I’m really, really sure.”

Carter moaned and shifted back to his original position. The tip of his cock slid along her.

Kat whimpered into his mouth. “I want to feel every inch of you.”

With a loud groan, Carter moved his arms underneath her, gripping her shoulders, anchoring himself, crushing her to him. He needed to be secured to something for fear he would lose his damn mind when he put himself inside her.

“You ready for me?” he asked, stroking her face.

“I’ve always been ready.” She pressed her lips to his.

“Goddamn, you’re beautiful,” Carter breathed when their foreheads met.

He knew he should have said something more profound, but words escaped him. Keeping his eyes on hers, Carter waited. Kat’s hand gripped him, guiding him toward her heat. Once she released him and smiled, Carter pushed forward slowly, and the tip of his cock slipped into her.

They both gasped at the sensation and Kat’s hips jerked. Carter held her shoulders tightly and opened his mouth against hers, breathing and gasping, all hot breath and wet lips. Kat mewed and closed her eyes. Carter pushed a little more and grunted into her cheek.

Kat bowed under him when—unable to stop himself—he pushed harder, sliding farther, until his hips were flush with hers, and he was fully sheathed within her. Kat cried out loudly, and tightened her thighs around his waist and her arms around his neck.

“Carter,” she moaned and kissed his throat when his head fell back in utter ecstasy.

His eyes rolled. “You feel—it feels …”

“Perfect.”

Yes, it was, and Carter could do nothing but bask in having Kat all around him.

“Move in me.”

Leaning his head close to hers, watching her face as it twisted and contorted wonderfully, Carter pulled his hips back bit by bit before pushing back in. A shaky moan rumbled through him at the concentration it took not to pump his hips hard. He pulled back again, her body gripping, and caressing, the entire length of him. It was magnificent.

Running his hand down from her shoulder to her hip, Carter continued with long, deliberate, patient strokes while his mouth began to devour the woman in his arms. Kat was equally hungry for Carter’s mouth. She sucked on his lips as he moved in her.

Kat whimpered, pushing her breasts up, rubbing her nipples against his. Her face was spectacular as he thrust deeply. Her brow furrowed above dark, lustful eyes, and her lips pursed. Carter could see a small sprinkling of sweat on her cheeks that sparkled when the light from the doorway hit her.

Carter panted. He licked her neck up to her ear and pushed into her again. Kat bit her lip before she lifted her hips, making Carter moan. He’d never been that vocal during sex before, but goddamn, no sex had ever felt this good before.

Kat’s head dropped back and her hands pulled urgently at his waist. “You feel so good inside me, Carter.”

“Holy shit.” Carter covered her mouth with his. “Don’t,” he mumbled with a shake of his head.

Her dirty little words would be all he would need to end him.

“Can you go faster?”

He replied with a sharp shove of his cock that made Kat’s breath catch and her body rise. “But if I do, I won’t be able to stop.” He glanced down between their bodies to watch himself move in her. He twitched at the sight. “You feel too good.”

He moved his right arm from her hip and grabbed hold of her thigh, pushing her leg up farther so her knee was near his shoulder. The angle must have been a good one, because the groan that left her was stunning.

“There?” Carter asked in between deep loud pants. “You want it right there?”

He pushed harder and his eyes nearly dropped from their damn sockets when he slipped in even deeper. His hips began to move faster.

Kat cried out. “Don’t stop.”

Carter was pretty damn certain wild fucking horses wouldn’t have been able to stop his ass. “Does it feel good?” His mouth latched on to her neck, where he began sucking and licking.

“Yes. Yes.”

He moaned and thrust twice, sure and hard, making Kat’s back lift from the bed. She held him closely, her nails making deep grooves into the flesh of his back. He wanted her to mark him. He wanted her brand on him.

His hips began slapping the backs of her thighs, hard. “I want …” The feel of her around him, her sounds, and smells were too much. He was starting to lose himself and he didn’t know whether to feel elated or scared to death.

“Anything.” She bit his earlobe, sensing his panic. “Have anything.”

“I need harder.” He released her other shoulder and placed his palm on the mattress by her head. “I want you harder.”

Kat ran her hand across his hair. “You want to fuck me, Carter?”

All he could do was curse loudly in reply. He wanted more.

He rotated his hips and slammed into her. Kat yelled and Carter felt his body start to heat from the inside out, as his thrusts became firm and sure. His eyes shut of their own accord.

His body was no longer his own. It belonged to her. He was sucking air in through his teeth, every muscle in his body screaming for release. The sheets were just about ready to rip, he was gripping them so hard, and the headboard of the bed had begun to tap solidly against the wall.

“Please.” Kat gripped his face and brought his ear to her soft lips. “I want you to fuck me.”

Carter flew upright onto his knees, holding his weight as he pulled Kat’s body flush against his, her breasts crushed between them, gripping her by the hip and shoulder, and began pounding into her, deep, powerful strokes that made Kat scream. She clawed at him while his mouth bit and smothered as much of her as he was able, while the cries of “fuck,” “harder,” and “Kat” filled the room until the walls could barely contain them.

Carter simply couldn’t stop fucking the beautiful woman in his arms. He didn’t want to stop. He wanted this forever. He wanted
her
forever. He wanted to have this moment on loop for the rest of his life. Her taste. Her smell. The small cries of pleasure she was breathing in his ear. The shouts for more and the sounds of their bodies slamming together.

He gasped when their mouths met again, teeth and tongues everywhere at once.

And then Carter felt it.

Deep in his stomach as his balls tightened again, and his thighs took on a life of their own.

He was coming.

He tried to tell her. But Kat merely held on to him and rode every thrust. Carter buried his face into her hair and grunted in sync with the delicious sound of slapping skin. But suddenly, Kat’s body changed. She became rigid in his arms.

Her eyes widened in surprise. “Oh God. It’s … it’s right there.”

Carter clenched his teeth, willing his orgasm to hold off. This was what he’d dreamed about: Kat, in his arms, coming all over him. And he’d be damned if he’d miss a second of it.

Her head fell back and her hips swiveled, seeking out any kind of friction. Carter’s thumb was immediately on her, flicking, pinching, and rubbing the pleasure out of her. She was so slick. Carter gasped out her name.

“Please,” he begged, biting down on her shoulder. “Please. What can I do?” Carter’s thrusts started to become sloppy and out of rhythm. “Goddammit, Kat, tell me.”