Bad Boy's Heart: A Firemen in Love Series Novella by Amy Starling Page B

dirty talk was not the silence I had become used to, and I loved it.
    When my thighs burned from grinding in his lap, he threw me in the bed and plunged back in with his arms curled tight around me.
    His hand settled over mine on my stomach. He moved it lower, spreading my lips until my body bucked up with pleasure.
    With him guiding me, and his fingers gliding over me, it was not long before that familiar tension returned and I was back on the brink again.
    Three times in one night? Carter somehow knew how to navigate my body better than even I did.
    I heard myself whimper and nibbled on his shoulder, moaning as I lost control and each rhythmic contraction shook me to the core.
    “Good,” he whispered, brushing the hair from my eyes as I lay shivering from it all. “More? Because I'm a patient man. I can keep this up all night.”
    “I don't... Don't think I can.”
    “Then tell me what you want.”
    “I want you to, um.” I couldn't say it. “You know.”
    “No.” He grinned like a devil as he rocked into me nice and slow. “Tell me. Filthy as you can, please.”
    “I want you to come inside me,” I squeaked, still a bit shy.
    “Oh, I'm going to,” he growled, moving faster and deeper. “I'm going to make you mine. All mine.”
    He uttered a slew of profanities as he came until I kissed him. He kissed me back, rough and hungry, and he held me so tight I could hardly move.
    “Do I,” he panted, breathing hard, “still have to sleep on the futon?”
    “Certainly not. I want you under the covers with me.”
    As we snuggled beneath the blankets, a sense of peace came over me. Already, my ruined wedding was a fading memory – but there was a niggling worry, too.
    Our friendship wouldn't be the same after this. How could it be? Of course it would change – but for the better or worse?
    Carter wasn't the sort to settle down, not that I wanted it myself, not so soon after Andy. But eventually, maybe. And if he didn't want it, that would hurt me all over again. More than what happened after our first kiss.
    But I was sleepy, and I supposed we'd cross that bridge when we came to it. For now, I was content to fall asleep with his arm around me.

Chapter 11 - Carter
     
    I'd never slept with a woman I was really, truly close to. Not the way Alicia and I had grown to be, anyway.
    Waking up beside my usual conquests – if I even slept in the same bed as them – was usually full of regret and awkward, annoying moments. I didn't typically like them as much as I did the night prior, after I'd had a few drinks.
    But waking up with Alicia was heaven.
    “I made coffee,” she announced as my eyes opened. “And they've got free breakfast in the lobby. Danishes, biscuits with gravy, five kinds of cereal, and bacon.”
    “Think I'm gonna eat better here than I do at home.”
    She looked me over as she picked out her clothes. “That wouldn't be a problem if you had a woman in your life to take care of you.”
    “Right. As if women these days are one iota interested in tending to a man's needs. Everything's all equal opportunity, don't you know.”
    “I wouldn't mind,” she said quietly, slipping the ring back on her finger. “I like taking care of people. Guess that's part of why I became a teacher. Because I don't have kids of my own yet.”
    My heart began to pound. It was a familiar sensation, one I'd felt many times and knew well. It was that sense of impending doom I got when a woman started moving too fast for my liking.
    Of course, Alicia wasn't doing that. The ring was fake. We weren't married; we weren't even dating. That would imply commitment, a thing which scared me very much and I hoped to avoid at all costs.
    Maybe it was the mention of kids that got me. She wanted them; I could see this longing in her eyes and hear it in her voice. I, on the other hand, would have been happy to remain a childless bachelor for all of my days.
    “Today we've got a fun-filled day of hanging out with my grandparents,”