Reagan

Mom had conned me into taking a sick day since it was her birthday coming up, and she wanted to have a girls’ day that involved facials, nails, and massages. Of course, I was more than happy to help her out, and when I rang Tom and told him the truth, all he mumbled was, “Enjoy. Your dad’s covering your classes.” It was strange, but I shrugged it off since I was getting the day off. And what made it even better was that at least I knew my students wouldn’t be bored.

I was watching some morning show and waiting for Mom to arrive to pick me up. I glanced at the time and noticed she was late, which wasn’t like her. Picking up my phone from the coffee table, intending to call her, I got distracted by a text from Carter.

Carter: Morning, sweetheart. Hope you have a good day.

Me: Morning, I should. I’m going to a spa with Mom for her early birthday gift to herself. Hope you’re not too busy today.

I waited for a response, but it didn’t come. Not even from one of his friends to say he was busy. Since it was morning, they could be in the gym or a meeting together. He’d get back to me when he could. Smiling, I went into my stored numbers and brought up Mom’s. As I was just about to hit Call, the front door opened.

“Hey, Mom. I was just about to call you,” I said, standing from the couch.

Only it wasn’t Mom who came around the corner.

My pulse shot with adrenaline as my heart took off beating wildly.

“You’re not my mom,” I stated like a weirdo.

He smiled. “No, I’m not.” His feet ate up the distance to me.

Overwhelmed, I couldn’t contain myself. I squealed and jumped at him. Only he wasn’t prepared for it.

We tumbled down, landing on the couch, and with Carter on top, with his hand on my breast. He looked down to his hand and then back up slowly. “Sorry,” he said, but didn’t remove it.

It was hard, since he was on top of me, but I shrugged, smiling. Giddily happy to see him, to have him so close. I wrapped my arms around his neck. “You’ve already touched my butt, why not my boob?”

His grin was wicked and bright. “Best day of my life helping you out with your panties.”

I laughed. “How can you say that?”

“Because…” He licked his lips, his grip tightening around my breast. He glanced down again, as if lost from the action. “Jesus,” he cursed under his breath.

“What?” I asked breathlessly.

“Ree.” He closed his eyes and then when he opened them, I saw the desire swirling. “It was the best day because you came into my life and I got to touch your butt.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Carter?”

“Reagan?”

“Do you like me?” I raised my brows teasingly.

He chuckled, but then sobered and shook his head. “No.”

“No?” I parroted. My heart seemed to stutter and stop beating.

Another shake of his head. “I don’t like you. I could never just like you. Everything you do and everything you say does things to me. Great things. So I don’t just like you. I love you.”

My breath hitched. Tears welled.

He loved me.

Me!

Carter Anthony loved me.

Wow.

“Reagan, say something.”

“Your hand is still on my boob.”

He smirked, and glanced down and then up. “Yes. Is that a problem?”

“No.”

“No?”

“No. I was just wondering when the man I love was going to kiss me.”

“Christ.” He closed his eyes. His forehead came down on mine. “You love me?”

“Yes, ah, I mean, I do, but only if you kiss me before I self-combust.”

His eyes came open. Then he pulled back enough so I could see his grin. “I can’t have that, now, can I?”

“No. Definitely not.”

“Then I’d better kiss you.”

“Please.” I nodded.

Still grinning, he leaned in and gently touched his lips to mine, before pulling back. I grumbled under my breath, causing Carter to chuckle. “Still okay for this?”

“Yes,” I hissed.

“You know what it means though?”

“What?” I asked his mouth.

“You belong to me.”

I hummed under my breath in contentment at those words. “But you also know it means you belong to me.”

“Christ, yes,” he got out before he slanted his mouth over mine. I moaned. I couldn’t help it or stop it. I’d wished and thought of this moment for so long. I gripped the back of his neck, and his hand tightened around my breast, ripping another moan from within me.

We deepened the kiss, opening for one another. For our first taste of each other, I liked it a lot. His warm, wet mouth tasted of coffee as his tongue tangled with mine.

Yet, I still needed him closer. My legs separated as he moved between them. Our bodies lined up with one another, yet he kept a lot of his weight off me with the hand that wasn’t caressing my breast.

When I ran my hands down his back, his muscles twitched under my touch, and his kiss turned demanding. I snuck a hand up his tee, circling my fingers over his smooth, heated skin. I wanted to feel more, see more.

I also needed to…. His hips jutted forward when I gripped his tight butt in both hands, a growled-out groan spilling from his mouth into mine. Another grip, and another thrust into me… into the right spot. I had to tear my mouth from his for breath and to whimper from the pleasure.

Trailing his lips down my cheek, my neck, to my shoulder, he then bit.

“Carter,” I breathed, and greedily I slipped a hand into his jeans. Only he froze. His hand left my breast and the massaging I was enjoying stopped. He then grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand free. He brought it to the front of him and kissed my wrist.

“W-what?”

He groaned as if in pain, resting his forehead against mine. “Sweetheart, I didn’t come home just for a quick roll in the sheets. I had to see you, kiss you, and make you understand I’m all in for this between us. I want no one but you.” He pressed his lips against my cheek and ran his tongue down to my ear. “Besides, once I get inside you, I’ll not want to leave, and I have to fly back tonight. I want to take my time, cherish each and every part of you. I don’t want a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am moment. I’d like it to be special, because you are to me.”

Holy wow.

He just said that.

My heart frantically tried to beat out of my chest to get to him.

I opened my mouth, snapped it closed and then opened it again. “You flew home just to kiss me?”

Smiling, he sat up on the end of the couch and to my shock, picked me up and planted me on his lap. “Yes. And to make sure you knew I was in love with you.”

I sniffed. “That’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

He kissed my neck. “I’m glad.”

Still, I couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed. Carter would go after kissing me, leaving me wanting more.

“I know,” he said as if reading my mind, cupping my face. “I should have waited until I was back fully, but I couldn’t. I acted before I thought and booked a ticket because all I wanted to do was have you in my arms. But now I feel like a dick because now we know where we stand with each other, yet I’m just leaving again at the end.”

His words rolled around in my head. Honestly, I couldn’t be too annoyed. He’d done it to see me, to make sure I understood he loved me.

Smiling, I shrugged. “What’s a week between us when we have so much more time together coming up.”

He grinned, kissed my nose and said, “I’m glad you see it like that.”

“But…” I ran my hands up his chest. “Does that mean we can’t fool around a bit?”

His eyes lit with heat. “No. I don’t suppose it does.” Then he smirked and slowly drew me closer to have our lips just touch. Against them he said, “I always wished we’d be here, in this spot, with you up against me. I guess wishes do come true.”

“They do,” I whispered.

He closed his eyes. Mine followed suit, and we kissed. It was heavy, hot, and so damn amazing.

Who’d have thought I would have the guy I crushed on in high school in my house, in my arms, and kissing me like I was treasured. If anyone would have told me Carter was my future, I would have laughed my ass off, but there it was.

I curled my hands into his hair and slanted my mouth against his more. His hardness pulsed between my thighs as he dragged me closer, so our groins connected. I whimpered. He groaned.

Breathless, I broke the kiss. “I never thought having you would be possible. I didn’t think….” I thinned my lips, cursing my running mind and mouth.

“Didn’t think what?”

Blushing, I buried my head into his neck. His hand slid around me to cup my butt. He jostled me. “Didn’t think what, Ree?”

“That you liked bigger girls like me.”

He groaned, but it wasn’t in pleasure. His hand threaded through my hair and gently, he tugged. I pulled back so he could have my eyes. “I was a douche. The biggest idiot back in high school. Do you remember when I told you I remembered you?”

“Yes.” I’d just been too nervous to ask how.

“Well, I did. I remembered you because wherever you were at school, my eyes somehow sought you out so I could get my fill. I used to look for you because I liked who I was staring at. Your long thick hair, your beautiful smiling eyes, and how you’d laugh loudly when you thought something was funny. You had to let that joy out for everyone to hear.”

“You used to look for me?”

He grinned. “Yes. Back then I was stupid to let my dickhead teammates control who I should or shouldn’t be involved in. It’s how I ended up with someone I didn’t really like. But I dreamed of having someone I always wanted. You.”

“I… um, wow. I didn’t know.”

His smile softened. “I know you didn’t. I love you just as you are, and I always will.”

My heart swelled. “You’re too much, Carter Anthony.”

“I hope in a good way?”

I nodded. “In a very good way.”

He tipped his chin up and touched his mouth to mine. That was all it took, just a touch and I was lost in the sensation of having him kiss me with so much passion it hurt to breathe.

Our mouths slanted the other way, the kiss hot and heavy, so much so, I ground down on him again and again. I couldn’t stop. My body was humming with desire.

His hand squeezed my ass, encouraging me to rock against his erection. I responded eagerly. Warm pleasure spread through me as my clit hit him in the perfect way, over and over.

Carter groaned in the back of his throat. It ran into my mouth just before his kisses drifted to my cheek and down to my neck. His grip, one still on my ass and the other on my hip, tightened. He lifted his hips and tugged me down to rock back and forth over him.

“W-we need to stop,” he breathed into my neck. I’d never heard him stumble over his words before and couldn’t help but smile; it was us being together that caused it. It was the hungered ache we had, craving for one another.

“Not yet,” I moaned, leaning in to bite his neck.

“Christ, sweetheart, you’ll make me come in my pants.”

Hearing that made me want to watch him lose himself. I gripped his shoulders and kissed his lips before sucking on his bottom lip to nibble on it. Our eyes caught, both hooded and filled with heat.

“Carter,” I begged.

His eyes flared, his jaw clenched, and suddenly I was flipped to my back on the couch with him hovering over me. “I can’t say no to you. Deny you.”

My smile was big. He shook his head. Reaching up, I curled my hands around the back of his neck and applied pressure. He was too far away. “This means good things for my future.”

He chuckled. Only it died when I slid one hand down to cup his hardness, giving it a squeeze. His nostrils flared. He grabbed my hand while his other kept him up hovering over me and pulled me away. I would have complained since I wanted to touch him, to show him he drove me crazy with so much need. That was until he nestled his erection against me. I gasped when he pushed up and down over me, sucking my bottom lip to bite down on it.

He reached between us, and I felt him adjust himself and when he was back over… my God, it was in the right spot. A spot that had me closing my eyes and arching up.

“Ree,” was all Carter said. My eyes sprung open to see him shifting up and down over me, but his eyes were on mine.

My hands glided from his waist up to his neck. “Kiss me,” I whispered.

He nodded, leaning down. He slapped a hand on the arm of the couch to keep up the grinding, the rubbing against each other. I’d never dry humped before, groped blindly in the dark, yes. But dry humping no, and if this was how it was, I was all for it.

When his lips crashed into mine, I wrapped a leg over his and lifted my hips more, helping. I moaned his name against his lips and our tongues tangled together again and again.

“Sweetheart?”

“I-I’m close.”

He grunted, his lips trailing down to my neck, which he seemed to have a fascination with—not that I minded. He licked and sucked. When he bit down, pulling my skin into his mouth, I lost it.

“Carter!” I cried. He rubbed against me harder and faster. His warm breath coming quicker against my neck while I kept coming and coming with each thrust against me.

“Ree,” he groaned low in the back of his throat. “Christ.” He got to his hand above me and ground his cock against me. His jaw clenched, his eyes widened a fraction as I ran my hand up and over his chest and pinched his nipples. “Shit,” he hissed. “I’m going….” He slammed down on me, his mouth on mine and I took his kiss greedily as he groaned into my mouth and his body shuddered over me.