Her CEO Stalker and Her Second Chance Mate Chapter 98

Briar

Carter whisked me up as our tongues tangled together. He gripped me tightly to him as if I’d vanish from his arms. His kiss seared and overflowed with a desperate desire. I knew he wanted me in the physical sense…but this? It took me aback. Carter really wanted me; this wasn’t just a pity fuck for him, to keep me safe. My limbs tangled around his body, a giggle was set free from my throat into the dank, dark world I had inhabited since my mother died as he hiked me up while he paused on the landing to lean me into the wall, his hands exploring my body as his mouth with hot, moist kisses ran down the column of my throat. I’d pretend this time was the first time. That Creedon’s brutal reign on my body never existed. That this time I chose for myself, and that was all that mattered. I let all my fears and apprehensions fall away. This would be what I chose to remember.

I didn't remember him taking us down the hall to his bedroom. He shoved open the door and kicked it shut behind him before gently laying me on the bed. He pulled his mouth from mine and looked down at me, the strain of emotions evident as he hovered over me.

“You're sure?” he rumbled out. His eyes searched my face for any hesitation, any indecision he may find.

“Yes,” I breathed the word out. I wholeheartedly meant it before his mouth crashed back down to mine and his hands eased up beneath my shirt. The feel of his skin against mine felt like a current, each graze of his hands against my flesh igniting something  alive inside me I had buried. His mouth released mine as he kissed down my throat.

“One word… one hesitation… I’ll stop.” He murmured between kisses that seemed to zing into the depths of me. I had prepared myself for the physical onslaught of feelings, but this—this was much more. The intensity of which awakened some deep slumbering part of me that rose to meet him. My hands explored the hard planes of his body as they slid up his shirt. Carter just tossed it over his head as if it was an annoyance. 

His steaming kisses paused at my neckline before he rid me of my shirt. His nose ran along the lacy trim of my bra, his hand sliding beneath me, and in one easy movement. He pulled the bra away and sat up, admiring the view.

“You're the most beautiful fucking woman I’ve ever seen, Brair,” he mused, his eyes taking in everything bared before him. A flush bloomed across my cheeks, its heat running down my neck. Carter closed his eyes and inhaled. His eyes seemed to brighten before they darkened with desire, lust, love…I wasn’t sure. Something came over me, and I snaked my legs around him, as my fingers locked into his hair and pulled him closer. A feral grin graced his face before his mouth descended to mine again.

His naked chest against mine sent my nipples pebbling. Our tongues colliding in an euphoric dance as one of his fingers latched into the hair at the nape of my neck and his mouth possessed me like a fucking man dying of thirst. I met each slide of his tongue with one of my own, my hands didn’t hesitate in their exploration, and neither did his. My body flushed with heat rising to the surface as Carter went for the zipper of my jeans. I lifted my hips, allowing him to slide them off.

His mouth came back to mine, searing me to my depths. My hands found the buckle of his belt and loosened it. A rumble went through him.

“Dont rush me,” he growled into my ear. One of his hands took both of mine and held them firmly above my head. My eyes found his. Lust and reverence resided there. He gave me an animalistic smirk, which confused me enough that I went still.

“I’ve wanted you for a long time, Briar. Let me savor this?”

I let out a breath as I relaxed into the bedding; surrendering to the feel of his touch. He grinned back pleased. His blue eyes were dark with lust. His mouth began kissing down my neck, his stubble grazing my sensitive skin. My breath hitched as he descended upon one pebbled nipple, sucking it into his mouth as a hand teased at the other. I closed my eyes, and my breath came out in hitching pants. He had learned enough about my body to set it aflame with need. I was going to boil over. The mounting desire made me dizzy, and I found myself here with him, aware of every place his hand teased and roved, and I fell into that delicious place it held me. His mouth left my breast, the cool air breezing through the window causing the nipple to stiffen more. His hand ran over that peak, his short nails grazing it, sending signals straight to my core as his warm mouth traveled lower, over the taut muscles of my stomach, before he hooked his thumbs into my panties. I raised my hips, allowing him to pull them down my legs. He just tossed the lacey fabric aside and kissed my navel.

That wickedly perfect mouth of his inched down to the apex of my thighs. His head dipped, his hot tongue licking up my slit before he latched onto my clit and sucked hard. A thick digit probed me, his other hand grazing the inside of my thigh. He let that digit waver before he slipped it slowly into me. My eyes fluttered open. My eyes bore into his as he added a second finger, my body alight with need. Those two fingers sank in deep and withdrew. His tongue swirled over my clit. And my channel ached to latch down on something. His face drew up hovering over mine as three fingers gently worked their way in. He watched my face, thumb stumming over my clit, eyes searching, measuring each movement of his to my reaction. He was undoubtedly ensuring I was ready for this. 

His fingers scissored as his free hand cupped my face.

“One word, one objection from your body…I’ll stop,” he promised, staring into my eyes. He was too good a man. I didn’t deserve him. I blinked and a tear fell. He responded by kissing it away. He looked back at me, emotion coursing over his features, to ensure that the tear wasn’t me regretting what we were about to do. I pulled him by the neck, his mouth to mine in a plea to continue. He kissed me back in a feverish frenzy. His fingers slipped from my nape, the sound of his belt buckle and zipper far off as I let myself open up and let the feeling of his mouth and hands completely override all sense of caution and yield fully to the desire and yearning that had built within me, masked by my denial. This, I wanted this. His kiss seared me to my depths, like a vow. His long fingers still toying, thumb still strumming, the pressure built, his fingers hooked within me, and I came, my walls tightened around them, my knees pulling in. He drew that orgasm out with slow measured pumps of his fingers as I panted into his mouth. He nipped at my jaw 

A moment after the quivers of my body had finally receded, he withdrew, and the soft velvet of his cock slid along my folds. All my senses heightened, my eyes darting to his.