Married by Monday (The Weekday Brides #2)(47)
Author: Catherine Bybee

She gripped his back and moaned, “Yes…” She tilted her hips, moving faster. He kept her there, hovering over her release. “More,” she cried. “Please.”

He gave a soft laugh and surged into her with such intensity she couldn’t breathe. Her orgasm was instant and full of fireworks.

Breathing was an effort, and Carter wasn’t anywhere near done. He whispered sultry things in her ear that kept her captivated.

The sheer masculine power that was consuming her made her want to weep.

“I want to make you scream,” he told her. He pinched her breast with his words and she nearly did. Her teeth found his shoulder, and she gave him a love bite that made him moan.

Perhaps their playful banter out of the bedroom would transfer into their love play. How fun would that be?

Carter brought her to the edge again making her breath hitched in the back of her throat. “Yes,” she gasped.

And then he emptied inside of her. The feel of his warmth filling her catapulted her into a place of rainbows. Her body couldn’t get enough of him as she shuddered, milking him dry.

Carter collapsed on top of her, his heart beating wildly in his chest. Eliza…no Lisa, he reminded himself, struggled for air and damn that made him feel like a God. Her body accepted every last drop of his seed. That felt damn good. He’d had sex without condoms, when he was young. With Lisa, it was a gift. One he would cherish and hold dear.

“Hot damn, Hollywood.”

“You like?” He hosted his weight off hers enough to look at her satisfied face.

The inner muscles of her womb constricted around him.

He groaned.

“If I told you how amazing that was, it would feed your already over-inflated ego.”

He kissed her nose. “And we wouldn’t want that.”

She wiggled her hips and ran her foot down his leg. “No we wouldn’t.”

With a swift move, he positioned himself under her but kept himself tangled intimately within her.

She sat tall and thrust out her perky br**sts. He palmed them both instantly. He hadn’t paid enough attention to this lovely addition to her body.

“This position does have possibilities.”

“Yes, yes it does.” Carter pulled her down for a kiss and explored those possibilities.

Chapter Twenty

They ate, drank, laughed, and made love like happy fools on their honeymoon. Carter wanted to play the happy fool for as long as he could. Sadly, their time on the island was drawing to a close.

They sat under the stars with Tiki torches and hula dancers. A native Hawaiian band played the drums so the women wiggling their hips could do so to a beat. He and Eliza drank sissy drinks and applauded the dancers when they finished.

“I can’t believe we leave tomorrow,” Eliza leaned into him, comfortable in his embrace.

“I was thinking the same thing.”

“Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could just stay here? No bad guys, no phones, not shoe-eating dogs?”

The last thing he wanted to think about was the man responsible for her distress at home. Reality started to crash around him. He married her to keep her safe, but what if he couldn’t?

God he hated that thought. His eyes traveled to the guards who kept constant watch over them.

But what if it wasn’t enough?

He kissed the top of her head and stared at the fire pit in the middle of the luau. “I’ll keep you safe.”

She swirled her finger on his thigh, drawing invisible shapes. “I know. But if something were—”

He jolted with the words she attempted to utter. “It won’t! Nothing will happen to you.”

She tilted her head up and kissed him softly. When she pulled away, she placed a finger on his lips, keeping him silent. “If… I wouldn’t blame you.”

In an instant, he pictured her lifeless and pale. The vision left him ill. He tightened his jaw and forced the image away. “I’ll never let that happen. Don’t think like that. Don’t talk like that.” His harsh words brought a scowl to her face. “Please,” he added. Telling Eliza to do anything was like daring her. “Please,” he said again.

She stopped and attempted to smile. “Okay.”

When they made love that night, he didn’t leave an inch of her untouched, unloved. As she fell asleep in his arms, he lay awake, thinking of her words, of her worry. He had to do something to remove the threat. In order to do that, he needed every scrap of information, every piece of evidence about Ricardo Sanchez. His day tomorrow would begin with a flight home and then a conference call between his father and his best friend was in order.

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“Don’t you look like a contented kitten,” Gwen said shortly after Eliza walked in the door of the Tarzana home.

“Hawaii was beautiful.”

“It’s more than that.”

Zod sniffed her hand in greeting. “How are you? Eating any stilettos?”

“Stop playing with that dog and talk to me. I’ve not had sex in ages, so I must live vicariously through my friends. Tell me and you mustn’t leave out the details.” Gwen tugged on her arm until they were both seated on the couch.

The blonde bombshell was a walking contradiction. Little Miss Prim-and-Proper one minute with every inch of etiquette followed, and then Little Miss Sin-and-Sex the next. Eliza loved that about the British born lady.

Eliza tossed her purse on the sofa and kicked off her shoes. Before Eliza could start the lengthy session of girl talk, Zod barked.

“It’s me,” Samantha’s low voice sounded from behind the front door.

“Come in,” both Gwen and Eliza shouted at the same time.

Zod did a regulatory sniff and then circled a couple of times before sitting at Eliza’s end of the couch.

“You haven’t started yet, have you?”

“Started what?” Eliza asked. “And how did you know I was here?”

“Carter called Blake to tell him he was on his way over and that you were coming here to pack. I told Blake I was gonna help and oh my God you’re glowing. How was it?”

Samantha and Gwen sat forward with big eyes and anticipation. Their mouths hung open.

“I heard her excuse, Little Miss I-haven’t-had-sex-in-ages, but what’s your excuse?”

Samantha clapped her hands. “So you did have sex.”

Eliza remembered the cameras and audio surveillance in the room. “You know others are listening, right?”

Sam waved her hands in the air. “Who cares about that? Details! I want details. Carter has had the hots for you for evah.”