“You’re really fucking good at that,” he murmured then scooped her up by grasping her ass cheeks.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, her pussy lodged against his lower abdomen. “I’m glad you think so.”
“I do. I really fucking do.”
He walked toward the bed, then when they reached it, he flopped down onto his back with her on top of him.
She laughed and folded her knees at his sides. “Carter.”
His face was serious.
“What?” she asked.
“You should know.”
Her heart did a little flip of panic. “Know what?”
He cleared his throat.
“What is it?” She frowned.
He traced her lips with the tip of his index finger. “You should know, Leah, I’m a one-woman man. There’s no one but you now. I hate fucking around. If I’m with someone, I’m with someone.”
“Wow.” She widened her eyes. “Exclusive already. That’s … quick.”
He kind of smiled, but his mouth held a serious tilt. “I just know what I want. And…” He paused, journeyed his finger over the hollow of her throat, then caught her swinging locket.
“And?”
“And fucking hell my cock is getting hard for you again.”
Suddenly, he rolled her over so he was on top.
Again, she laughed and slid her hands down the plains of smooth skin on his back. She gripped his hard buttocks. His weight was sexy, as were the bangs of damp hair falling over his forehead and the flash of lust in his eyes.
“Oh, yes, so you are,” she said. “Impressive.”
“Yeah, you should be impressed.” His cock was nudging her entrance.
She hooked her legs around the backs of his thighs and welcomed him in. It was going to be a long, and very satisfying night, and she was going to enjoy every moment of being naked with Carter Harris.
Chapter Eleven
Leah woke to the sound of Carter’s soft breathing coming from the pillow next to hers. In the distance, the ocean rumbled—a constant rising crash followed by a receding flow—and buttery streaks of sunlight peeked around the curtains.
Carter’s hair was mussed and his lips slightly parted. Unguarded in sleep, he’d lost all tension from his face and his features became almost boy-like.
Except there was nothing boy-like about the man who’d given her orgasm after orgasm the night before. She’d never experienced so many, not even with her vibe. His appetite for her had seemed insatiable. His mission to have her climaxing so hard she could barely breathe and thought her heart might not survive had been achieved.
She sat and slid gently to the side of the bed. Her body ached, in a good way, and she was tender between her legs. A smile spread on her face as she walked quietly to the bathroom.
She showered, pulled on a loose lemon-yellow summer dress dotted with daisies, then walked down the stairs. It was as if, with each step, she were floating. Her break away for a change of scenery was turning into the best vacation she’d ever taken, trumping all the expensive sightseeing trips her father had marched her on. Hell, it was turning into a sex vacation.
Holding in a giggle at the thought of telling Willow that, she filled the coffeepot. She was on holiday. She’d forgo lemon tea for caffeine.
While the water heated, she went to the window and pulled back a curtain. Out at sea, surfers were riding the waves, and a yacht floated in the distance, sails puffing outward. It was utterly idyllic.
After a few minutes, she poured coffee. The file she was supposed to be studying caught her eye. She sighed. It did need attention. Briefly, she wondered about passing her cases to Willow, maybe give the complex one to Nick and see if she could stay on at the beach house for a while longer, but quickly she pushed the idea away. That was a pipe dream, an impossibility. Besides, all good things came to an end, just the way Carter and she would.