“You need to take this off.” Carter’s gaze met mine, his eyes swirling. “So I can check your ribs.”
I rolled my eyes, and even though I wanted to tell him I was fine, I had no idea if I was or not. I’d never been assaulted, and the last thing I needed was for one of my ribs to be broken and penetrating one of my organs. Okay, so I was overthinking everything and being a tad dramatic, but that was what happened when you’d had all of this flung at you.
Carter gripped the zipper just underneath my arm and pulled down on it. The silence stretched between us as the skin on my side was revealed, and then he pulled my straps down and exposed my chest. His large hand covered the bruising forming over my ribs, and he murmured, “They’re just bruised.”
“Okay,” I whispered, scared to even breathe in case I got too close. I’d been this near to him several times, only this time was different. It was the dead of the night and we were in a motel, hiding away from everyone else.
His hand drifted up my side and over my black lacy bra, his thumb rubbing over my nipple. “I’ve wanted to touch you so bad since I saw you in the airport.”
I stared into his eyes, and for the first time, I saw the raw need shining in them. It was wrong to feel what he was, but I couldn’t deny I was feeling the same. I wanted him with every fiber of my being, and for once in my life, I was going to take exactly what I wanted.
“Kiss me,” I demanded, moving my face closer to his.
“You better be sure this time, Sky,” he warned, his nostrils flaring. “Because I had a small taste last time, but this time…” He trailed off and pressed his other hand to my chest. “This time I won’t fuckin’ stop.”
“I don’t want you to,” I told him, pressing closer to him. “I want this. I want you. I...no.” I shook my head. “I need you, Carter. I need you more than anything I’ve ever needed in my entire life.”
“Fuck.” He stood up so fast it made my head spin, but it was only seconds until he picked me up and carried me into the motel room. The large bed sat in the middle of the room, and he placed me down gently on the edge.
Carter kneeled down in front of me, his hands grasping my ankles and pulling the heels off my feet. He slowly made his way up my legs, parting them as he went, and exposing my matching panties. My dress was bunched up around my waist, and all I wanted to do was take it off.
“Take it off,” I told him, voicing my thoughts. I never did that, but tonight, I was crossing a line, so I could be anything I wanted to be, and it included telling Carter exactly what I wanted: him.
He pulled the dress up over my chest, and I groaned from the pain in my ribs, but he didn’t let that stop him. He flung the dress somewhere behind him and stared down at me. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn hot.”
I could feel the blush on my cheeks burning, but I didn’t think about it as I pushed my finger in a loop on his jeans and yanked him closer. His erection lined behind the denim, and I dragged my finger over it.
“I want to see you,” I murmured, staring up at him. “All of you.”
His chest heaved with several breaths, and then he yanked his T-shirt over his head and leaned down to cover my body with his. His hands tore at the fabric of my lace panties and I groaned at the sound of the rip.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned out, his finger sliding through my folds and finding my clit. He flicked it several times, and my toes curled from the sensation. My heart thumped in my chest, the danger and wrongness flashing in my brain, but I pushed it all aside. Even if it was only for this one night. One illicit night with my nephew.
Carter dipped his head and sucked my nipple into his mouth over the lace of my bra and then scraped his teeth over it. He was a combination of gentle and harsh, and I craved both with an intensity I’d never felt before.
“God, Carter, that feels so good.” His hand worked faster on my clit and then he slid two fingers inside me, stretching me to the hilt and bringing them back out onto my clit again.
He lifted his head and slammed his lips down onto mine, and it was exactly what I needed in that moment. I needed his closeness and the caress of his tongue on mine. I needed his body covering me. I just...I just needed him.
Burning started low in my stomach and I bit down on his bottom lip, causing him to speed up. Within seconds, fireworks exploded, and my back bowed off the bed. The thumping of the pain in my ribs added to the sensations and then he pinched my clit, making me orgasm harder than I ever had before.
I scraped my hands down his back and groaned, “Yes, Carter. Fuck, yes.”
“Goddamn.” He lifted his head and reached down between us with his other hand. I heard his zipper as he pulled it down, and all it took was a couple of moves to have his cock at my entrance. “You sound so goddamn hot when you curse.”
I smiled up at him and placed my hand on the side of his face. “I told you I cursed when it called for it. And that…” I paused and bit down on my bottom lip. “That called for it.”
“Hell yeah, it did.” He pressed his lips to mine, a soft, gentle kiss, and then asked, “You ready?” I wasn’t sure what he was asking, but I nodded anyway. His hooded eyes glazed over, and then he thrust his hips, filling me up. He stretched me, his cock wider than any I’d had before. “Jesus.” The veins in his neck could be seen as he tensed. “Feels so much fuckin' better than I ever could have imagined.”
I trailed my hand down his back and to his ass and squeezed as I said, “Fuck me, Carter, fuck me like I’m the last thing you’ll ever fuck.”
His lips quirked as he stared down at me and promised, “I don’t need to imagine that, because now that my cock has been inside you, ain’t no way I’m letting you go.” He pulled his hips back and thrusted back inside me, so hard I moved up the bed. “You think because society says this is wrong that it’s gonna stop me?” My breaths became pants I couldn’t control. His words were speaking to a part of me I’d tried to push aside, but I couldn’t now. I’d opened up the door a little, just enough for Carter to fling it open, and now there was no way to close it. “You’re mine now, Sky. All. Fuckin’. Mine.”
“Yours,” I promised. Because that was what it was. A promise. A promise that was wrong. A promise neither of us should have made. A promise I’d never go back on, not while I was breathing the air on this earth.