Page 21 of Carter

Carter propped his arms against the shower wall and let the warm water cascade down his head and back. Not that it was doing any good. Every muscle in his body was still strung tight.

  He’d fought all kinds of battles, ones where the enemy was both known and unknown. He’d spent weeks in hostile surroundings, uncertain if each step he took would be his last. He’d been caught unaware, outnumbered and outgunned, but nothing had ever affected him the way this fight had.

  And it wasn’t hard to guess why. None of those battles had ever been personal. It was one cause against another. Beliefs, dogmas, ideologies. Flags against flags, and they just happened to be the players in their parts.

  But this…

  This felt personal. Fuller was going after everything Carter cared about. The company he had built from nothing. The people that depended on him for their livelihoods.

  And Ally.

  There was no way Fuller could know how much she’d come to mean to him. Hell, even Carter wasn’t even so certain that he knew himself. But he did know she was important….special.

  And no one was going to wrench her away from him. Carter would tear Fuller apart with his own hands before he let that happen.

  Carter’s head snapped up as the hinge to the bathroom door creaked. He swiped at the fog on the shower door…and saw Ally step into the room with only a fluffy white towel wrapped around her.

  “Mind if I join you?”

  He slowly shook his head. “Not at all.”

  She let the towel drop to the floor.

  Carter turned as she stepped into the shower. A playful smile danced on her lips. “I figured since I needed to shower anyway that we could conserve water.”

  “I like the way you think,” he said.

  Steam rose up between their naked bodies as she took a hesitant step toward him and into the spray. Heat rose up inside him as he watched the droplets cascade down her breasts and long legs.

  Dear God, she was beautiful.

  And so ridiculously tempting. When that unsure blush lit up her cheeks, she was downright irresistible.

  So he stopped trying.

  He snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her close. He kissed her hard. Ally didn’t waste any time kissing him back. He dipped his head and let his lips trail down the long column of her neck.

  She breathed a soft moan against his ear, and desire ripped through him.

  He lifted his head, and slid his hand down her thigh, lifting it up to his hip. Ally wrapped her arms around him for support. He angled his hips between her legs, and pressed up. His hard cock slid home in one stroke.

  Ally’s eyes went wide. Her mouth fell open. Then, slowly he started to move.

  Her eyes closed. Her head fell back. He slipped his free hand down to where their bodies met, his fingers going to work on her sensitive clit.

  Her breath sped. Her body growing tight around him, until he felt her shudder. He clenched his teeth, holding back, desperate not to join her in ecstasy.

  Once he felt the last of the aftershocks drain from her body, he guided her leg back to the floor.

  Ally’s eyes slowly opened. She leaned in to kiss him long and deep.

  “I don’t think we’re getting any cleaner,” she said, her voice far away and dreamy.

  Carter smiled. “We’re not done yet.”

  He spun her around so her back was to him.

  She propped her hands on the shower wall as he moved up behind her. She moaned again as he slid inside her.

  Dear God, he’d never tire of that sweet sound. He wanted to hear more of it. He sped up the tempo. Her moans filled the shower and his passion grew with each one.

  She felt so damn good he thought he might lose control, but he couldn’t. Not yet. His body neared the edge of release, but he wanted more. He held it at bay with the pure force of his will, needing just another few seconds of being in heaven inside her.

  He never wanted to leave. Never wanted it to end.

  His body tensed as pleasure overtook him.

  He pulled out just in time. Carter propped a hand on the cold wet tiles next to him as he struggled to catch his breath.

  Ally was right. They weren’t any cleaner.

  Chapter Thirteen

 
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