A little piece of me melts as I reach up and nip at his lower lip. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
“Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, why don’t you screw me nice and hard before I self-combust?”
A wicked grin curves his lips. “If you insist.”
“I do.”
There are no more words as he does precisely that.
A few times, actually.
And each one is somehow better than the last.
But that’s the way it is with Carson. It just keeps getting better and better.
The End.