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“Why the fuck are you sorry?” he asks. “Half of my fantasies start this exact way.”
My entire body feels like it’s on fire; Carter has a very noticeable morning wood.
I reach up to cup his face and run my thumbs along the line of his jaw. He’s got the darkest blue eyes I’ve ever seen—like the night sky just before full darkness descends.
I will myself not to blush as Carter’s eyes blaze a very slow, and very heated path over my torso. He looks like a starving man being presented with a feast.
The way he’s looking at me makes it very hard to breathe.
If I thought my nerves were on fire before, it’s nothing compared to now. My skin feels like it’s melting off my bones.
He laughs against my stomach, vibrations rumbling through my pelvis. If he does that again, I’m going to come in my pants.
