Pink and Country : A Small-Town, Steamy Country Music Romance by Emmanuelle Snow

Author:Emmanuelle Snow [Snow, Emmanuelle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781777615000
Publisher: Smart Lily publishing inc
Published: 2021-05-25T18:30:00+00:00

17

April

Whoa, so that was how being thoroughly fucked felt. Who knew sex could be this life-shattering?

Travis and I had great sex. Fun sex. But we were young and lacked experience. Nothing compared to what Carter and I did together. What we shared was out of this world. It left my body sore in all the right places, making it impossible to forget his cock, and his mouth, cherishing and ravaging every inch of me. In the best possible way. It was like Carter knew exactly what my body craved. He fucked me hard and soft, deep and slow, igniting my flesh with every touch.

I woke up, hungry and confused.

My heart leaped in my throat.

What did I get myself into? Carter Hills. The country music god. I cupped my chest, holding a sheet around my naked self. My eyes lingered on the sleepy silhouette of the man who rocked my world, not once, but twice, asleep beside me. He looked at peace. The worry lines on his forehead had vanished. I fought the urge to kiss him and slide my body between his arms. If I did, he would wake up, and he needed the sleep. I could see it with one glance his way. Carter looked like he’d traveled to hell and come back. My fingers itched to trace his jawline.

Rolling to my side, I escaped from his large hand hooked on my waist. Carter wiggled in his sleep—I held my breath—muttered a few inaudible words, and buried his head in the pillow. I watched him, praying he wouldn’t wake up. I needed some time alone. Pivoting on my heels, I picked up my clothes scattered everywhere—my bra hung from the lamp on the bedside table, classy—and tiptoed downstairs to my room butt-naked. Flutters danced in my lower belly as I replayed the afternoon in my head. I trailed my hand down from my neck to my navel as heat pooled in my cheeks. A storm raged inside me. Would sex ruin our friendship? Not wanting to overthink everything, I immersed myself in a hot bubble bath with a few drops of lavender essential oil and shut my eyes.

When Carter came home earlier, the dark circles under his eyes and his wild hair made it look like he’d spent the last three days in a crack house.

Carter refused to drink alcohol, so I doubted he used crack or any other drug.

Despite what he said, we never had that talk. Instead, we both indulged in each other, unable to resist the lust sizzling between us any longer. I now feared whatever HN wanted us to talk about. The other day, in Nashville, he said he didn’t want us to be a fling. Now I ignored the meaning of what we did or how Carter felt. I was leaving in less than a week, and what we just did could mess everything up.

I grimaced.

I should’ve insisted we talked before having sex. Damn it. Carter’s heated gaze melted all my resolve. How did I keep him at arm’s length for the last three weeks? I’m so screwed.

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