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BOOK: Rapture and Lace (Lace #3) (Lace Series)
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  Carter moved in and out of me, sometimes pushing deep and filling me, other times taking short, shallow strokes until he finally sped up and took me to the very end. I wrapped my arms around his body and ran my palms along his sweat-slicked skin, down his hips and bottom. I squeezed lightly as he sped up, pounding me with everything he had. My climax shot through my entire body, my nerve endings buzzing on full speed. My toes curled and my brain flooded with a rush of pleasure. I felt an unspeakable amount of love for the man I had pledged my life to earlier that day.

  Carter held my thighs in his palms and thrust into me one last time before he reached his own climax, his body shuddering from head to toe completely. He stroked a few more times, my body squeezing the last of his orgasm out of him, and he slowly calmed his pace and brought his body down flush with mine. We were both sweaty and spent as he lay on top of me for a long, quiet moment.

  We reveled in the post-orgasm high we were both riding, only enhanced by our skin flush against each other, our bodies still connected.  

  Carter moved to pull away but I wrapped my legs around his waist and locked my ankles around him.

  "I'm not ready to get rid of you yet." I grinned and kissed him on the lips.  

  "Hopefully not ever." His fingers played with a lock of my hair.  

  "Never.” I shook my head and pushed errant strands of hair out of his eyes. His gray-blue depths stared back at me and gleamed with happiness. Just seeing his peace caused a grin to spread across my face.  

  "I love you, everyday, forever," I whispered and kissed his nose.  

  "Not as much as I love you, Mrs. Morgan." He ran his thumb along my cheekbone. We kissed again and he laid his head down on my chest and then traced one finger around my breast, coming closer and closer to my nipple, causing it to harden and peak in arousal. He tickled it with his nose and then his tongue darted out for a taste. I giggled and felt tingles between my thighs signaling that my body was ready for him again. I felt him begin to harden inside me and I bucked my hips up into his pelvis.  

  "Insatiable as ever, I see." He grinned and kissed me completely on the lips and then Carter and I made love again.  

Chapter Seven

I woke up early the next morning with a grumbling stomach and an overwhelming need to hit the bathroom. We'd spent the evening and all night in bed, alternating between slumber and loving each other. It was perfect. Carter had one heavy arm draped over my body and I was having trouble wiggling out from under it in a timely manner so I could rush off to the bathroom.  

  He finally sighed deeply and rolled over and I hopped out of bed and headed for the bathroom to take care of my business. When I stepped back out of the bathroom a warm smile spread across my face at Carter sleeping so peacefully, white sheets caressing his naked body. The sheet lay haphazardly, revealing that delicious V at his pelvis and the light dusting of hair that disappeared into the crisp white linens heading for that place my body craved so much.

  Deciding to forgo my grumbling stomach for the sexy man in bed, I slid up next to him and laid my head on his shoulder, dusting my fingertips along the hard plains of his body. I started at his pecs, circling around the dark nipples that slowly hardened at my teasing touch, down and across the lines of his lightly defined abs. My fingers whispered down to that V muscle and lingered around his hips, ghosting back and forth, as my body responded to touching him.

  I crawled over his body and straddled his slim hips between my knees. My hair cascaded around both of us and I dipped to place light kisses along the curve of his neck and collarbone. I let my hair slide down his soft skin as I worked my way down his muscles with my tongue and lips. I finally reached his hips and nipped along the velvety skin.  

  I leaned back for a moment to gaze at him. The sheet just barely covering his hardening arousal, a dusting of hair and the happy trail that led to my other favorite part of his body. The tan, velvety skin contrasted so sharply with the soft white sheets. I wanted to snap a photo of this moment and store it in my mind for the rest of my life.  

  I slid one hand from his hip lower and lower, slowly dragging the sheet with it and revealing him completely. I took him in my hand and bent, my hair tickling along his waist again. I pressed my tongue to the underside of his length and slowly dragged it up to the top and teased around the head, before opening my mouth and going down on him fully. I heard a small groan and then Carter's hands were twisted in my hair and his hips were bucking slowly in pleasure.  

  "Eva, fuck," he whispered. I peeked up at him through my lashes as I traveled back up his length with my mouth, hallowing my cheeks and sucking harder. Carter peered back at me, his steel blue eyes swirling with love and emotion and pleasure and lust, his hair tousled with sleep, a few strands across his forehead. My arousal instantly doubled between my thighs. I closed my eyes again and worked up and down his length with my mouth and my hand, teasing him softly, and then sucking harder, alternating to prolong the pleasure.  

  "Come here, baby." Carter hauled me up his body and my knees straddled his hips. I felt his arousal at my entrance and a small sigh escaped my throat feeling him once again so close to me. I needed him more than anything. It felt like the fist time all over again, minus the frantic lust we'd exhibited. This felt more like loving each other. Passion on a whole other level. Love must feel like that, something I’d never felt before with anyone else.  

  Carter pressed his hands behind my neck and caressed his lips to mine, kissing me slowly and passionately. His hands ran up my torso, came around to kneed the flesh of my breast and pinch my nipple, increasing my arousal tenfold. I bucked into him and ground back and forth, my body aching with arousal . His hand slid down my torso, over my hips to hold on to my bottom as he guided himself into me. Slowly he filled me, and we both exhaled sighs of pleasure as my body adjusted to his. I moved slowly on top of him, taking my time, enjoying his body and pulling the pleasure from him.

  Carter moved slowly underneath me, we rocked together quietly, no words needed to share the pleasure in this moment. My hands slid up his rib cage and I pulled his arms up above his head and held his hands tightly in my own. I used him as leverage to hit the right spot inside me, and we continued to gently grind and rock, soft sighs escaping our throats as my hair cascaded around us and Carter loved me with his lips along my collarbone and neck. I increased my pace and Carter pushed our locked hands up so that I was riding him.  

  "I want to see you," he whispered to me as his eyes locked with mine. My mouth fell open as I panted with pleasure as we made love. My rocking sped up as I came closer to the edge. Carter released his hands from mine, placing one on my hip to help hold me, while his other found that sensitive spot between my legs. He caressed and massaged and pinched and I fell over the cliff softly and gently. The air escaped my lungs and I groaned softly, closing my eyes as pleasure radiated through my body.  

  A choked groan escaped Carter's throat and his hand tightened on my hip as he found his own release. He reached for my hand again and held it tightly as he stroked through the last few drops of his pleasure. His eyes closed and his face tensed in a beautiful expression of culminated pleasure and release. I ground my core into his body a few more times and then brought my body down flush on his chest, resting my head on his chest and hearing his heart pound frantically.

  Still connected, we lay there for endless moments as our breathing slowed. Carter traced a random pattern along my bare back with one fingertip, the movement soft and sweet and comforting. I inhaled deeply and then snuggled my nose up into his neck happily.  

  "Good morning." I smiled with my eyes closed.  

  "A very good morning." He brushed his hand through my tangled hair. "You’re so beautiful. Thank you."

  "Thank you for the wake up call?" I grinned.

  "Thank you for marrying me," he said seriously.  

  I smiled softly and inhaled his delicious scent.   And then my tummy grumbled in protest. A laugh escaped Carter's throat.  

  "Come on, let's get up and get you fed." He smacked me on the bottom lightly.  

  "I kind of just want to stay in bed all day with you." I made no effort to move.  

  "Then we will. After we eat." He pulled me off his body and then headed for the bathroom, completely naked and a treat for my eyes the entire way. I sat on the edge of the bed waiting for him to come back. My body was a limp mass of pleasure, unable to move. He came back out and stood a few steps before me, naked as ever, and quirked an eyebrow. My eyes traveled over his lean frame, from his sleek muscled arms, his defined shoulders, the gentle slopes of his chest, down further, to his narrowed waist and cut hips…

  "See something you like?" A cocky grin played across his lips. I dragged my eyes slowly back up his body and smiled and arched a playful eyebrow at him. His eyes flashed with dark lust and the smile fell away from his lips. My heart thudded a few beats and I thought he was going to come to me again and we could commence the rest of our day of love spent in bed. He heaved a big sigh and then his playful grin came back.  

  "Food. Sooner we eat, sooner we can get back to bed." He grinned mischievously and then pulled on a worn pair of jeans that he had hanging over a chair in the corner. I huffed and pulled a tank top over my head and slipped on a pair of panties. I was only interested in the bare minimum to make me presentable in the kitchen before I could peel them back off again and curl up in that big bed with this beautiful man.  

  "What do you want to eat?" He held my hand as we walked down the staircase and into the kitchen.  

  "Leftover pizza." My eyes sparked with childish amusement.  

  "Sex and pizza seems to be the way to your heart then." Carter grinned.  

  "Something like that." I grabbed the box out of the fridge and set it on the island, choosing a piece.  

  "You're not heating it up?"  

  I glared at him in response. "And ruin perfectly good leftover pizza? Never." I took a bite. "Mm, cold pizza in the morning, nothing better."  

  He smiled and then grabbed a piece for himself.  

 

  Carter and I spent the rest of our first day as a married couple in bed, cuddling, giggling, and loving each other. It felt like our own perfect piece of happiness; a state of blissful peace. The serenity that came over Carter's features that day was magical to see. The controlling CEO slipped away—he abandoned his demons and became a man who acted his age, smiled easily, laughed heartily, and loved freely. And I became the confident woman I always wanted to be. Carter loved me, and showed me just how much. I was confident with my body and our relationship. While our time together may have been short, it was pure.   

  The next few days went by in much the same way. Carter took business calls now and again, but we still managed to venture out into town and shop, hold hands and giggle like teenagers, people-watch at the local coffee house, and drive around seeing the Aspen sights. The nights were spent in the hot tub enjoying the cool mountain air, at times snowflakes drifted down softly, landing on our eyelashes and melted in the steaming hot air hovering above the hot tub. We drank wine, cooked dinner together, and ordered pizza, drinking beer on those nights. We didn't talk about Boston at all. We didn't talk about our families’ reactions to our hasty marriage. We lived in the moment, in our own little Aspen bubble, and it was undoubtedly a slice of heaven.     

Chapter Eight

  The following Friday, our fifth day of marriage, Carter took a few phone calls in the morning and then woke me with coffee in bed. He certainly knew the direct line to my heart was a steaming cup of coffee in the morning. I smiled as I inhaled the aroma.

  "Get dressed, I’ve got something to show you today." He pecked me on the lips.

  "Yes, sir," I simpered over my coffee cup. He arched an interested eyebrow at me.  

  "If we had time I would take you right now, Evangeline, but as it is we've got an appointment."  

  I narrowed my eyes at him in question. He just smiled and tossed a shirt at me.  

  After I’d finished my coffee and grabbed a Pop-Tart for the road, Carter led me into the unexplored attached garage. Inside was a dark green muscle car. It was so out of character for Carter that I looked at him oddly when he opened the passenger door for me.  

  "It's Derek’s. Well, sort of. It stays here, and it's off limits when he's here, but when he's not, what he doesn’t know won't hurt him. When he's here he fawns over it, kind of funny to watch actually." A crooked grin spread across his face, and there was that playful boy I’d fallen even more madly in love with the past week.  

  "It's a 1968 Shelby Mustang. It's rare—an experimental model. They only made one," he said. My eyebrows arched in surprise.

  We pulled out of the garage and Carter drove with one hand firmly locked on my upper thigh. I rested my own hand over his and traced along his long fingers absentmindedly. We drove through town before turning up a quiet drive. The aspens shimmered golden and orange around us and there was a light dusting of snow that hadn't yet melted under the morning sun. I smiled happily and Carter peeked over at me with a smile on his face. He squeezed my thigh affectionately and then softly rubbed his hand up and down the denim. We wound through a wide drive until finally it opened into a huge clearing housing a lodge and a parking lot. I recognized it as a ski resort but the parking lot was nearly empty for so early in the morning.  Carter parked by the entrance and came around the car to open my door.  

  He walked with confident steps, my hand in his, through the front doors, straight through the lobby and to the back of the building where the gondolas ran up and down the mountain. He nodded his head at the operator, who smiled in greeting. We stepped into the gondola, sitting as the operator closed the door. Luckily I’d worn a sweater as the morning mountain air was cold and would only get cooler as we climbed up the mountain.  

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