“Remember the night of your prom?” he asked.
My brows furrowed. Where was he going with this? But I nodded.
“I leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of your head, inhaled the scent, had to go to eight stores to find the right scent.”
I didn’t know what to say.
It wasn’t often that I was rendered speechless.
My mind went back to that night... six years ago.
That memory had often replayed in my mind over the years, along with a few others that have stuck with me over the years.
My eyes went back to the bottles, then to him. I whispered his name softly, “Carter.”
He stepped from the doorway and came to me, the moment I was within reaching distance, his hands came up and cupped the sides of my cheeks, “Told you. Only ever been you.”
My response... well... it was something I hadn’t ever done before, but I read enough books, so I winged it.
I smiled, then leaned up on my tiptoes, placed a kiss to the underside of his jaw and then softly, I said, “Need you in this shower with me.”
He lifted a brow, but nonetheless, took off his clothes and got into the shower with me.
Hands roamed lips pressed together.
Tongues danced.
And then... I dropped to my knees.
“Harlee Belle....” he started.
His cock was already hard and at the sight of it, I let out a moan, and then I whispered, “That’s not what you call me.”
“Darling,” he rasped out.
I felt my lips tug into a grin.
Then I moved.
I swirled my tongue over the tip of his cock and then took him as deeply as I could.
Moving my hand up, I worked it in tandem with my mouth.
Taking him as deeply as I could go, all the while swirling my tongue around and around his cock.
“Baby, don’t want me coming in your mouth, you need to stop.” He said with a rasp.
I wasn’t stopping.
Carter had promised all of himself to me.
And I wasn’t settling for anything less.
“Baby,” he moaned.
I moved my mouth sucking hard on the head of his cock, as I worked my hand faster around his length.
And then I felt his cock starting to swell, as he moaned my name, “Harlee Belle. Last. Chance."
