“I wanna be your anything.” His hand glides up my belly and closes over my throat, angling my face toward his, his movements never slowing. “How about my everything?” My heart stops beating at those simple words. Carter doesn’t dare tear his gaze off mine as he keeps moving, driving forward, panting. His forehead creases, eyes closing for only the briefest moment before his mouth devours mine in a kiss so fierce, so hungry, I feel it right down to the tips of my toes. I cry out his name, and he buries mine in my neck when the world shatters around us.
