Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
His mouth is on my neck; his lips grazing the line of fading bruises around my collar.
Zeus made his move.
Chapter Seven
“Carter, that feels...” Yes. Don’t stop kissing me.
“For the sake of uncrossing those wires, I’m telling you that I want you, grasshopper.”
My eyes close as tiny shivers of delight streak up my spine. “You had to call me grasshopper.”
“You like that?” His laughter is a hot puff of air against my skin. “I wanted you at the bar as soon as I saw you. I convinced Ken to have Fiona introduce us. And let me tell you, I resented the hell out of having to share you with them once they found out who you were. All I could think about was getting you alone, having all your attention, and they refused to take a hint.”
“Yeah? Well, I’m glad we cleared that up,” I pant, realizing I’ve been clinging to my laptop when he tugs it away from me and sets in on the coffee table. Then his palm is slipping under my shirt to heat my stomach.
“Is this okay? Me touching you?”
“I don’t know if you’ve read my diary,” I joke weakly, head tilting so he can reach more of my neck. “But it’s been a while since anyone other than my hand has touched me anywhere.”
“How do you touch yourself, JD?” My body almost defies gravity when I feel long, callused fingers dive down the front of my pajamas to grasp my hard cock. “Like this?”
“Christ.” Has anyone ever touched me like that? “I, um, I thought I was a pro, but I’m not as good at it as you are. You don’t play around, do you?”
“I don’t hold back when I want something. Too much for you?” As he speaks, he’s stroking my dick like it’s his. Like he owns it. It’s just like my fantasy. Better. “Too fast?”
“No. God, neither. It’s… ” I turn towards him for a kiss and a slight twinge along my ribcage makes me flinch. Carter notices.
“I know you’re better but we still need to be careful.” He moves me easily, laying me back on the couch and slipping his fingers into my waistband. “Can I?”
I lift my hips in response and he skims my pants off in one smooth motion. He’s good at that.
“Damn, JD.”
The way he’s looking at me makes my entire body blush. “What?”
His palm caresses my chest, my clenching stomach. “You,” he mutters, his whiskey rumble vibrating through me. “You know how much I love art, and here you are. And I get to touch you. Explore you.”
I thought the same thing about him, but a choking laugh still escapes before I can stop it. “Are you saying I’m pale and hairless like a statue? If you mention Michelangelo’s David I’ll get a complex about the size of my pen—”
His silencing kiss is gentle at first. Soft lips brushing, clinging, rubbing against mine. Sparks. He sucks on my lips. Biting lightly before soothing the sting. My tongue touches his and he moans and melts against me, pressing me further into the couch. He tilts his head to deepen the connection and my cock jerks against his stomach. Craving more of him. More of this.
This. Fucking. Kiss.
“There’s nothing wrong with you,” he says against my lips when we finally come up for air. “You’re beautiful and you feel so right against me I’m having a hard time going slow. Everything about you is exactly what I want. Better than I imagined. Exactly right. Got it?”
My brain is so muddled from that lip lock I’m not sure what we’re talking about. Exactly right. “Got it. Goldilocks Zone.”
“Jesus, how can you be this irresistible?” He’s smiling at me, so I must be doing something right. And then his attention is back on my body and his hands are drifting across my skin. Lower. “I don’t want to push you when you’re not ready.”
Is he insane? “Do I look like I’m not ready?”
His lips twitch. “Not for everything. Not yet. But maybe you can help me with a problem I’ve been having.”
“Help you?”
“I haven’t been able to sleep. I can’t stop wondering how you’d feel in my mouth.”
“Holy shit.”
“I’m assuming that’s a yes.” His fingers dig into my thighs, opening and lifting them higher. He moves down my body until he’s between them. Until I feel his hot breath over my cock. “Yes?”
“Oh my fucking...” Both my hands reach for him, fingers threading through his short hair. I need something solid to hold on to. “Yes. It’s a yes. Oh God, Zeus.”
His tongue is already tracing my shaft, laving the head and humming as he laps up a drop of precum. “You taste as good as you look,” he growls. “Knew you would. I want more of that.”
“I guarantee you’ll get more if you keep doing—angh.” I choke back a cry of surprise when he interrupts by opening his mouth over my erection. All of it. He’s taking everything. Sucking and licking and swallowing me into his hot mouth and down his throat like he knows what he’s doing. Moaning like he’s savoring every inch.