Before I could object, he brought his mouth to one breast, his fingers between my legs. I gripped the headboard behind me with both hands at the first strokes of his tongue against my nipple. When he pressed his thumb on my clit, a spasm of pleasure rocked through me. My inner muscles pulsed madly.

When he finally, finally slid inside me, he did it so slowly that my thighs shook from anticipation, from the intensity of it all.

I wasn’t going to lose him. He was mine. He wanted to be mine, to love me and be on the receiving end of my love.

I cried out when he slid into me those last few inches. I came apart at the seams one thrust at a time. Every sensation was magnified. I was feeling everything so intensely that I could barely breathe through the pleasure. My inner muscles tightened when I felt him starting to swell inside me. I climaxed so hard that my senses were off-balance, and I drew him into a kiss, moving in sync with him until I took him with me over the edge.

A few minutes passed before either of us spoke. We were both curled on one side. Carter had an arm around me.

“I’ve missed holding you like this. Watching you sleep, waking up and spying as you get dressed in the dark,” he said.

“You spy on me?”

“Yes.”

“Every morning?” I clarified.

“And every evening. And if you happen to change in between, I spy on you then too.”

“Isn’t spying illegal?”

“You’re so fucking sexy and lovely that it would be illegal not to spy on you.”

I shimmied against him and was startled when I felt his raging erection against my back. “Again?”

“I told you I’ve missed you. I’m going to spend the next few days showing you just how much.”

“You’re such a sweet talker. All to keep me in bed.”

“You’re holding it against me?”

I turned around to face him, hugging my pillow with an arm. “Umm, no. Is my lying here naked not enough proof that you’ve won me over with your devious plans?”

He rolled us over until I was under him, pressing every inch of that delicious chest against mine. “Nah, I’m going to demand more proof.”

“I’m more than happy to provide it.”

Epilogue

Epilogue

Val

“I can tell you’re spying on me,” I said one Friday afternoon a few weeks later, smiling as I looked over my shoulder. Yep, Carter was standing in the doorway to my bedroom. I was sitting on the bed, iPad in my lap, typing an email.

“This isn’t spying, love. I was just... observing you.”

“So you’re not here to convince me to lock ourselves in the room and ignore the outside world?”

“I would if the movers weren’t arriving in ten minutes.”