Love and Always (A Pound of Flesh #1.5) by Sophie Jackson Read Free Book Online Page B

rings on the fingers of both his hands. He led her to the dance floor and held her closely, humming the Nat King Cole tune in her ear as they moved elegantly around the room. Kat leaned her head against his chest and closed her eyes, inhaling his deep scent and smiling when his lips meandered across her temple and—ever so discreetly—her neck.
    “It’s going to be a good year,” he murmured into her skin. “I can feel it. Can you?”
    “Yes,” she answered, imagining their wedding, imagining dancing just like they were for the first time as husband and wife, imagining the rest of her life with him. “I can feel it.”
    The world could have stopped for all Kat cared. She was never as safe or protected as when she was in Carter’s arms. As the crowd counted down from ten and the clock struck midnight, the cheers of the New Year and “Auld Lang Syne” echoed around them, but all they saw was each other. Under a shower of silver confetti and streamers, their lips met gentle and soft. Their aching love was whispered tenderly, with vows of naked worship and heated pleasure, leaving them equally fervent in their need to get home.
    It was midnight.

chapter five

    For Carter, the evening had been almost six hours of delicious torture. Captivated by Kat’s beauty and the sweet fragrance of her all around him, Carter was amazed he’d managed to hold a decent conversation with anyone while she stood at his side, wanton and stunning.
    She touched him in ways that were intended to be innocent but nevertheless had him hot and hard and ready to take her to a quiet part of the crowded godforsaken Fort Knox of an apartment and fuck her senseless. A hand on his leg here, a brush of her shoulder there.
    No, his girl didn’t play fair.
    He knew she wanted it, too. The way her pupils dilated and her chest heaved when she thought he wasn’t looking told him so. Silly girl thought she could hide it from him, but she’d always been an open book.
    He’d promised to behave outside the elevator and in the back of the car—where he’d managed to get his hand under her skirt to her thigh—but now they were home, her key sliding into the lock, and he was all for throwing well behaved and courteous out of the nearest window.
    The loud moan that erupted from her when he pushed her back against the door, slamming it shut and the rest of the world out was encouragement enough. His dinner jacket and bow tie were the first things to hit the floor, along with Peaches’ purse and keys.
    “Wait,” she panted, gripping his shoulders, nipping the skin through his dress shirt.
    “Fuck that,” he grunted, rubbing his face into her cleavage. Christ, she smelled so damned good, all body lotion and his favorite perfume on her, Coco Mademoiselle.
    “Please,” she whimpered into his hair. “I want you in our bed.”
    “You can have me in our bed,” he said, kissing her passionately. “After I’ve had you against the door.”
    Kat gasped when their lips met again: frantic and wet. Carter’s tongue slid aggressively against hers, causing her to moan and arch closer. He wound one arm around her shoulders and one around her waist, cradling her to him as he devoured her mouth. Kat’s hands were everywhere and nowhere at once. One moment they were in his hair, and the next they were on his neck, his shoulders, his back, his ass. Her hunger for him was so hot.
    Ignoring her protests about having his mouth on hers, Carter dropped to his knees and lifted the material of her dress up to her waist with one hand. With the other, he pushed her black silk panties to the side and, without waiting for her to collect herself, began to lick her furiously. Sweet Jesus, her taste was like nectar of the gods. Her deep, familiar musk made his tongue tingle; Carter would freely admit that tasting his Peaches was what he loved most about being with her. Granted, all elements of their sex life were fantastic, but he’d gladly eat her out for the rest of his