Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Bad Boy Craves For Me- Hockey Romance: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

“PAY UP.” —GARRETTCARTERThere’s a part of me that would like to say nothing happens when our lips finally meet for the first time. That it’s the same as it always is: no sparks, no flames. That there’s a sinking feeling in my stomach, an anchor that drops to the very bottom as fast as it can when I realize this is nothing new, that I’m right back to feeling like the type of love my parents shared doesn’t exist for me, that I’ll never find it. That I’m okay with that, the way I have been all these years.A part of me would like to say that’s what happens.But it’s not. I can’t say that.Because when I haul Olivia into me, when her hands slip up my arms, over my shoulders, fingers plunging into my hair, when our lips touch—fucking finally—my entire body comes alive. My world explodes with color, my hands on her face trembling with desire and need, with shock. I want more. I need more. I don’t see how I’ll ever get enough of this, of her, of us. She’s a drug, and I’m addicted off my ve

“I meant what I said earlier. I do like you. I just…”“Don’t trust me,” I finish for her. “And why would you? Why would anyone?” Meant to say that last one in my head.Olivia’s eyes flicker and drop. Then she reaches out, timid fingers wrapping around mine. “I’m really sorry, Carter.”Her sincerity is appreciated but she doesn’t have anything to apologize for. It’s my own fault. Emmett always told me my fucking around would come back to bite me in the ass one day. I always figured he meant an accidental pregnancy with a puck bunny, though I’m careful as hell. Birth control and a condom or I’m not going in. I didn’t think in a million years he meant that the only woman I’ve ever wanted would ultimately not go for me because of my past.But here she is, having already admitted her feelings for me, the only thing standing in our way being my less than stellar history with relationships, or rather, lack thereof.So, I guess I need to work on changing her mind, give her a reason to trust m

Scratch that. I really wanna crawl in there. And kick my best bud the hell out.Cara points a finger in my face, the look she hits me with as terrifying as it always is. “I’m too drunk to yell at you. If you hurt her, be prepared to eat your own dick. I’ve heard it’s huge, so it’s a good thing you have a big appetite.” Her crazed eyes move between mine. “Got it, Carter?”Holding up two fingers, I pledge, “I solemnly swear I will not hurt Olivia Parker.”She pats my chest and turns back to the bed where her best friend and boyfriend are still bouncing around. “It’s like I have kids sometimes.” She stalks over, dragging Emmett off the bed and kissing Olivia’s cheek. “Have fun, be safe, and don’t make any stupid decisions.”Olivia salutes her. “Yes, Mom.”Cara rolls her eyes but laughs, strutting by me, and Emmett shuts the door with the pump of his brows. A minute later, the front door opens and closes, leaving the house eerily quiet.I never thought I’d be here tonight, alone with Oliv

Rough hands slide down my arms, gripping my hips, fingernails biting into flesh as his gaze rakes over me like hot coals.Soft lips press tender kisses across my shoulder, down the slope of my spine as Carter hooks his thumbs into my panties and slowly lowers himself to his knees, taking the blushing lace with him as he goes.His warm mouth slides up the back of my thigh as he kneads my muscles, and when one hand slips between my legs where my heartbeat has found itself, I squeeze my eyes shut and hold onto the edge of the counter for dear life.“You’re nervous,” Carter murmurs, splaying a hand over my lower belly as it quivers.Nervous, drunk on raw desire, terrified of the generous helping of honest to goodness feelings that scare the shit out of me…All of it swirls inside me, grabbing hold of my heart, clenching it like a fist.“Fucking stunning.” The words are a wonderous whisper as his fingers glide through the wetness spread between my thighs. He stands, kisses my neck, and hold

I crawl backward when his knees hit the mattress and he starts slinking toward me, that thing dangling between his legs, dragging across the bedding. Aside from the wild beat of my heart, the only other thing I can hear is the slowness with which it slithers across the bed, alerting me to my impending doom.“I-I…” For the love of all God, what the hell am I trying to say? I give up on words, instead spreading my arms out, palms facing each other, before I make a tiny O with my pointer finger and thumb. My head wags furiously and my shrug is nothing short of both innocent and sincerely concerned. “It’s not gonna fit.”Carter’s chuckle is way too ominous for my liking, and I’m still doing the crab walk. My hand slips and I start tumbling over the edge of the bed, legs in the air. He catches me before I can do any damage that might potentially and prematurely end this trip to heaven/hell that I’m so looking forward to, even though Carter’s packing a goddamn missile that’s going to blow m