Rapture and Lace (Lace #3) (Lace Series) (6 page)

  "Was it okay?" Carter asked as we drove down the gravel road.

  "Oh, Carter, it was perfect. So breathtaking. I can't believe you did all of this in just a few days." I smiled up at him.  

  "I’m glad it was perfect for you. I only wanted to make it perfect for you, since your family wouldn't be here, and Cate, I know you missed her." He looked at me with sad eyes.  

  "I did, but this was beyond perfect Carter." I kissed him long and soft on his perfect lips to show him my appreciation.  

  "I'm sorry we didn't have time to get rings." He played with my left ring finger, noticeably absent of the ring that normally signified a marriage.

  "It's okay." I smiled and twisted our fingers together tightly.  

  "I thought we could shop around for some when we get back to Boston."

  "That sounds perfect." I kissed his lips softly.  

  "You are breathtaking., so much better than any view on earth. This dress…" he trailed off as he ran one hand around the back and fingered the edge of the fabric against my flesh. "This dress was made for you. And it's lace." He got a devilish look in his eye. I giggled.  

  "I hope you don't mind that we're just going home. I have dinner planned. I want you to myself tonight." His fingers trailed along the high neckline of the dress seductively and butterflies immediately jumped into my stomach at his innuendo.  

  "It sounds perfect." I placed a hand on his cheek and kissed him deeply. He ran a hand through my hair gently and then curled his palm around the back of my neck to pull me closer to him.  

  My body was aching for his touch, I wanted to feel him everywhere, without the barrier of clothing that he'd subjected us to these past few nights. I'd gone nearly insane having him in bed next to me and unable to touch him.  

  "I’ve missed you." I pulled away for a breath.  

  "Not much longer, baby." A devilish twinkle lit his eyes. I nipped at his lush bottom lip quickly and a deep chuckle escaped his throat as his thumb rubbed circles on my bare lower back.  

  "I’m torn between wanting you to wear this dress forever and tearing it off you right here." Carter adjusted in his seat, presumably to relieve some pressure he may have been feeling below the belt. I grinned at him, glad that I wasn't the only one suffering.  

  "I love this dress." I ran my hands down the lacy fabric that fell below my knees and pooled on the floor of the car.  

  "You are so beautiful." Carter's voice lowered and he grabbed my legs and slid them into his lap. He traced a fingertip along the edge of the beautiful Manolo Blahnik's I'd selected. His hand slid up my ankle and then to my calf, rubbing softly but never venturing any higher. I sighed, content. It had been the most beautiful day of my life, and couldn’t have been better even if we'd had a year to plan it. The things Carter could accomplish when he set his mind to it were astounding. A giggle escaped my throat at the thought.  

  "What?" He looked at me lovingly.  

  "I was just thinking, the sky's the limit when you put your mind to something, and then I realized that could be the perfect metaphor for our relationship." I trailed off with a smile.  

  "I always get what I want." He squeezed my calf with a smile. The car slowed as we pulled into the driveway of Carter's home. Our home now. I shook my head at the thought.  

  "Mrs. Morgan." Carter stepped out of the car and held a hand out to escort me. I smiled up at him, unable to keep the happiness off of my face. He escorted me to the doorstep and then slung me into his arms.  

  "Carter." I giggled and wrapped my arms around his neck. The arousal started to burn in my stomach; being so close to his body and inhaling the sweet scent at his neck had me aching for him. I nipped along his stubbled jaw and then licked my way under his ear.  

  "Evangeline…" he whispered.  

  "I want you," I whispered into his ear. A small groan escaped his throat. He placed me on my feet in the open foyer and held my hand tightly, bringing his other hand up to the back of my neck and pressing his lips to mine in a seductive kiss. He kissed me long and hard. I slid my hand down his narrow waist and around to squeeze his bottom. I was so eager for him and wanted him to know it.  He slowed the kiss and then gently pulled away.  

  With his eyes closed he whispered, "Evangeline," on a breathy sigh. He licked his lips then opened his eyes with a renewed sense of determination. "I had dinner brought in. Come with me."  

  I frowned and gave a small huff as he hauled me up the stairs. He took me into the master bedroom and embraced my body in a tight hug.  

  "Thank you for marrying me," he whispered into my ear. Tears sprang to my eyes when I thought about his revelations last night; he thought anyone he loved would leave him. I knew now how much it meant to him when I’d said yes. I knew why he'd been so desperate for me to never leave him, to not run when we'd been together.

  His fingers rubbed my bare back softly and then they trailed up to the lacy neckline and began fumbling with the buttons. My heart leapt into my throat at the thought that he had reconsidered after all—maybe we could skip dinner in lieu of some more intimate activities. My hands made their way up either side of his torso underneath his suit jacket.  

  He unclasped the buttons at the top of the dress and began to pull it down and over my shoulders softly, taking in my slowly exposed skin with lust-filled eyes. He tossed my hair back of my shoulders and ran the silky strands through his fingers.  

  "I’m so lucky. I'll never forget how lucky I am to have you, Evangeline. Not for one day in my life." He slid the fabric down to just above my chest and stopped. He took a deep breath and then closed his eyes.  

  "If I go any further, I won't be able to stop, and I want to stop, Evangeline."  

  My eyes narrowed in confusion. "Carter, I don't want you to stop. I want you to undress me. I want you to make love to me. Please make love to me."  

  He opened his eyes and they bore into mine. It looked like he was warring with himself.  

  "I can't eat. I don't want to. I want you. Please let me have you, right now." I traced my fingertips along his strong jaw line and thought of the night at the club when I’d done the exact same thing that first time. This night felt like the culmination of all of the passion and intensity we'd felt for each other from day one. If I had known the night of the fashion party that I would be meeting the man I would fall so deeply in love with, I think my heart would have burst at the thought.

  "I need you." Tears pooled in my eyes at the overwhelming emotion I was feeling for him. Carter slid his open palms down my exposed back and held me for a few moments. He nuzzled his nose into my hair and inhaled deeply.  

  "I love you so much. I’ll never be able to say no to you. I don't ever want to." He slowly dragged the fabric of my perfect white dress the rest of the way down my shoulders and over my arms. He slid the fabric past my hips and I stood before him in a pair of lace cheeky panties he had purchased from La Perla. A purple pair nonetheless, that so perfectly matched the calla lilies he had picked for today. Little did he know that I had chosen these panties because they too reminded me of the flowers he'd given me.  

  His fingers hooked into the lace of my panties and fingered the fabric as he kissed along the curve of my neck and whispered his love for me in my ear. I moaned and writhed in his grip, my body aching for him. He slowly dropped to his knees on the floor before me and slid his hands down my legs. He lifted one leg out of the pool of lace on the floor and slipped one satin heel from my foot, then placed it back on the floor. He did the same with my other foot then slid his warm palms back up my legs, over the curve of my bottom, landing them locked at my waist.  

  I kissed him fully on his soft lips and my fingers fumbled with the buttons of his jacket. I shrugged the tan fabric off of his shoulders, and then pulled the white shirt from his pants. I continued to kiss him and his fingers ran into my hair as mine worked on each button of his shirt. He released his hands from my hair and I pushed the crisp fabric off his lean shoulders. My fingertips lingered and dusted along the hard lines of his body; around the muscles of his shoulders and collarbone, up the curve of his neck, snagging his ear lobes and giving them a playful tug, before twisting in his tousled hair. I pulled his lips to mine and pressed my body to his. He grabbed my hip with one hand and held me tightly, smoothing his other hand up my thigh to reach the lace of my panties. He played with the delicate fabric, his fingers tracing around the edges and dusting just beneath the panty line, in and out softly, driving me wild. I moaned into his mouth and ground my center into him to show him I was more than ready. A smile played across his lips as he softened our kiss and placed small nips on my bottom lip. He backed me against the bed until my legs hit the mattress.  

  He placed both hands on my bottom and bounced me up to sit on his waist, my legs wrapped around his body. My arms wrapped around his neck as I threaded my fingers in his hair and kissed him hard and fierce; I was so ready for him.

  "I want you. I want my husband." My heart skipped a few beats at the words. His eyes shot open to gaze into mine, a love and passion mix burned in their blue depths. Carter forced my body back onto the bed with my legs still wrapped around his waist, fisting my hair in one hand, while the other was stretched out to support his body, hovering over mine. I kissed, nipped, and ground my body into his. My hands fumbled to release the button of his pants, working the zipper to pull it down over his narrow hips. I was pleased to find that Carter, my sexy husband, was without undergarments again. I was beginning to think he didn't own any. I pushed his pants as far down his thighs as I could before he pulled away from me and pushed the fabric the rest of the way. He kicked off each shoe and slung his pants to the side with one foot and then crawled back on top of me with a hungry look in his eyes.  

  I scooted my bottom up the bed to allow us more room. Carter's smooth, muscled body hovered over me, his mouth planting soft kisses up my stomach, between my breasts, swirling in the hollow of my throat, around the curve, and finally arriving at the skin beneath my ear. His breath came out in ragged pants as his teeth skimmed the shell of my ear. I writhed against his body, grabbing his hips and pulling him down on me. Carter sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth when his arousal made contact with my lace panties.  

  "I want you so much." Carter rubbed his length along the fabric lightly and his eyes remained closed and his jaw tight as he tried to restrain himself. I crushed my center harder into him, attempting to relieve some pressure from my need for him.  

  "I’m ready, I’m so ready, please."

  "Please what, tell me," he whispered with his eyes still shut.  

  "Please make love to me, Carter. I love you so much. Please make love to me," I breathed as my hands ran up his lean torso.  

  "I love when you say that. I love when you say that you love me. You make me so happy, Evangeline. Everyday." He hooked a finger around the waistband of my panties and then slowly slid the fabric down my legs. The lace gliding roughly over my hypersensitive flesh caused my heart rate to spike and my arousal for him to grow. He leaned back on his thighs and slipped the lace the rest of the way down my legs and tossed them to the floor, looking back at me with a crooked grin.  

  "You're achingly beautiful." He ran his hands up my legs to grab my hips. "I don't deserve you," he whispered against my lips. He settled between my thighs and teased his length along the folds, teasing me where I ached for him most.

  "Carter," I groaned in frustration as I thrust my hands in his hair and brought his head to mine.  

  "What baby?" he asked with a small smile as he continued to tease me.  

  "God, please. I want to feel you inside me," I whimpered. A small sigh escaped his lungs as he pushed a little harder and lavished me with his tongue and lips, up and around my neck, down my collarbone, across the tops of my shoulders. He pressed harder again and worked his length up and down through my center, giving me just the amount of friction I craved before he pulled away again. I wrapped my arms around him and grabbed his shoulder blades, digging my nails into his back and forcing my aching core into him. Carter continued his teasing assault on my body and I deepened my hold on his back with my fingernails. He ran his length up my slit one last time and I groaned and scratched my nails down his shoulder blades to the center of his back. I knew I had done it hard; a deep groan escaped his throat and I felt dampness where I assumed I had drawn blood. As soon as I lightened my grip on his back Carter shoved into me and filled me fully. I moaned in exquisite pleasure and Carter sat still within me for a few breathless moments as my body adjusted to his.  

  We were finally connected again. It had been days since we'd shared each other like this, and it had been too long. We'd been through so much in our short relationship, and this part always connected us, made us feel whole again.  

  I kissed along the line of his neck and he began to slowly move in and out of me, taking long, measured strokes that hit me to the core and filled and fulfilled me like no one else ever could. I realized that making love with Carter was so good because we shared a connection. Even our first time, we were so drawn to each other on such a basic, primal level, our bodies had found their mate, and sex from then on had been transcendent for both of us.  

  Carter made love to me for what felt like hours. He moved in and out, he stilled, then sped up, he kissed and nibbled, he brought my nipples into his mouth and caressed, his fingertips danced along my aching bud, always driving my body to the brink, then backing off just enough to delay my climax. If he wasn't doing such a masterful job I would have gone insane with frustration but instead I was in the moment with Carter. I knew he was worshiping me the best way he knew, he was showing me his love fully and completely.