The Taste of Mr. Davenport (6 page)

The selfish side of him wanted to rip the head off of whomever that man may end up being. He wanted to claim her like a caveman and keep her with him forever. He wanted to give her whatever her heart desired. Consequences be damned.

He knew he was a weak man when it came to his affair with Claire. He would do the unthinkable and keep her around for the last two weeks of her vacation, and then he would break her heart. Only after he had as much time with her as possible would he leave her to move on and find someone better suited for her.

Chapter Six

Claire sat on the edge of the couch while Carter was on the floor and Elise on the opposite couch with Bobby. They were all playing Scrabble, and she had to admit it was a touch awkward at times. Elise didn’t know about Claire and her father’s relationship and Carter hated watching Elise’s relationship with Bobby. It made for some tense conversation.

Claire was trying to pretend in her mind that this was a double date, trying to gauge what future double dates could be like with the foursome. Her imagination was running wild with ideas of Thanksgiving dinners and Saturday night movies together. She really hoped she could make this all work.

“That isn’t a word!” Elise shouted and punched Bobby’s arm.

“It sure is.” Bobby rubbed his smarting arm and gloated over his play, which put him in first place.

“Dad! Tell him it’s not a word,” she demanded. Her face was getting red with anger and Claire so wanted to laugh at her craziness. Claire knew it was a word. She just wasn’t going to get involved unless it was necessary. Sometimes it was best to keep your mouth shut.

Carter rolled his eyes and picked up his cell phone. “Let me look in the dictionary.” His long fingers worked the screen, and she flushed, remembering that those fingers were inside her just hours ago, making her see stars. She picked up her iced tea and sucked back a healthy amount in an attempt to cool herself down.

“Looks like Xu is Vietnamese money.” Carter set his phone down and looked at Bobby. “Do I want to know how you knew that?”

“I play Words with Friends, sir. I learned a thing or two about how to win.” Bobby shrugged, and Claire burst out laughing when Elise stormed out of the room. She could be such a drama queen.

“I… uh… better follow her.” Bobby quickly walked out the French doors chasing after Elise.

“That was something,” Claire continued to giggle as Carter settled on the couch next to her. His arm stretched along the back of the couch, and he grabbed a lock of her hair, twirling it around his fingers.

“You two are handfuls,” he murmured. His low, rough voice glided across her skin and reignited the heat she was feeling earlier.

“I didn’t do anything,” she whispered back. Her body instinctively started to move closer to his.

“You just being here is enough to make me lose my mind. I wanted nothing more than to bury myself inside you every time you leaned over and brushed your tits against my arm tonight. You’re a little minx when you want to be.”

“Am I?” She asked. She knew she was trying to entice him. Claire secretly hoped that he would slip up in front of Elise and have no choice but to acknowledge their relationship and admit to his feelings.

“You are. And I fucking love it,” he growled and her body responded with a shudder.

“Carter—,” she began, but the words died on her lips when he took her mouth in a searing kiss. His hand fisted in her hair, and his tongue slipped inside and tangled with hers. There was so much passion behind the kiss. She wanted more of it. More of him.

The sound of Elise and Bobby coming into the house had them breaking apart guiltily. Claire tried to nonchalantly wipe her mouth, but she knew it was no use. Her lips had to be swollen and red from that heart-stopping kiss.

“Sorry I was such a bitch,” Elise settled back on the couch and looked back and forth between the two of them. “What were you guys doing?”

Claire balled her hands into fists to hide the fact that they were shaking so badly. Could this be the moment she had longed for? Would Carter finally admit to wanting her for something other than a secret affair?

“We weren’t doing anything, sweetheart. Just talking about how ridiculous you were and how crafty Bobby was for winning the game,” Carter smoothly answered.

Elise’s eyes continued to dart between them suspiciously, but after several moments, she let it go with a shrug and suggested a card game instead.

Carter let out a weighted sigh and picked up his beer. That was close. Far too close for his liking. He had a feeling his daughter knew more than she let on, and that wasn’t good. He needed to cool things with Claire. They only had another week together. Instead of getting as much of her as possible, it looked like he was going to have to slowly wean himself off of her.

* * *

“Carter?” Claire’s low murmur made Carter jerk awake. He watched as a faint light filtered into the room and then the door closed silently behind her.

She walked hesitantly to the side of his bed and seated herself on the edge next to where he lay. Her body leaned towards his in a silent invitation. It was one he wanted to accept, but convinced himself he shouldn’t.

“You should go back to bed, especially after Elise almost caught us tonight.”

“I don’t want to. We only have a few more days together. I want to be with you.” Her hand reached out and settled on his chest. Without thinking he grabbed it and held it there.

“I care about you, Claire. More than I probably should. We went into this knowing it had an expiration date. Maybe we should cool it for the rest of the time you’re here. I don’t want Elise asking questions and assuming things. It would only drive a wedge between the two of you and I don’t get much time with her as it is. If she cut me out because of our affair, I’d never forgive myself.”

Claire’s heart broke at his words. She knew he had valid points, but she also knew she was far more optimistic than he was. It felt like she was constantly fighting an uphill battle with him. Not spending the remaining part of her vacation with him hurt too much to think about. She knew she was going to have to tell him what he wanted to hear so that she could still have a few more days of heaven.

“We’ll be more careful.” At his protest, she continued hurriedly. “Please don’t walk away yet. I couldn’t bear to spend the next few days knowing there was so much distance between us. Just give me a few more days. Please.”

She leaned in and kissed his lips, fanning the flames of Carter’s desire that never really went away thanks to her. He knew he should stop her, but he couldn’t. He would take one last offering from her and then do the right thing. He was too weak to stop her as her hand slid down his body and stroked him over his boxers.

“Just one last time,” he whispered against her lips. “This has to be it, Claire. Do you understand?”

She gazed down at him with swollen lips and glazed eyes. She was so wanton—always ready for him. She never turned him down. She constantly took his guidance and was anxious to pleasure him any way he wanted. She was utterly perfect. Beautiful both inside and out. Filled with a spirit that spoke to him on a deeper level than he wanted to admit.

“Before we go any further, I need to know you agree. That you understand what I’m saying. You can’t come in here anymore and try to break down my guard. This has to be it.”

“Okay,” Claire croaked out around the lump in her throat. She was grateful for the darkness because it concealed the tears welling up in her eyes.

No sooner did she get the word out, then Carter had her on her back with his body covering hers completely. His warmth soothed her and excited her at the same time.

“You feel so good beneath me.” He started a journey down her body with his mouth. He nipped and sucked and kissed every inch of her.

When he made his way back up to her breasts and sucked a nipple into his mouth, her back arched, and she moaned softly.

“More,” she begged.

He moved to the other breast and sucked that one in as well, while his fingers rolled the first one. His ministrations were sending jolts straight to her pussy.

She planted a foot in the bed and bucked, rolling him on his back. He looked surprised for a second before he realized her intentions.

Claire started at his neck, running her tongue down, along his collarbone, over his pecs, circling a nipple. Then down she went, exploring each ridge of his six-pack abs and the sexy ‘V’ where his hipbones were. What she really wanted, though, was his long, thick erection in her mouth and down her throat. She licked him from root to tip, sucked the head teasingly, and then took him down the back of her throat. Carter’s hand settled on her head, guiding her movements. She gagged when he pressed her head down. Her nose touched his pubic bone she had taken him so far. She managed to swallow around his length and within seconds she found herself on her back with Carter plunging into her roughly.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he gritted out between clenched teeth. His muscles strained as he pounded into her with more power than he had ever used before. “What the hell are you doing to me?”

“You like this tight, little pussy? Does it feel good?” She decided to let go of any remaining inhibitions and hoped by saying all the dirty things she was thinking he would lose what remained of his control. She wanted him raw and filled with all the passion he had for her. It was exhilarating.

“Come on. Come for me, baby girl.”

“Carter.” His name rolled off her tongue as her eyes closed, and she lost herself to the orgasm that consumed every fiber of her being.

He continued to pound into her. His release was just out of reach and it was going to be powerful when it finally hit. “Shit, I’m going to come.”

“Wait! I want you to come on me. Mark me, Carter. Make me yours.”

Carter hated to admit it, but it only took a nanosecond for him to decide he wanted that too. He knew he was sending her mixed signals, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself. He pulled out and pumped his cock. His balls tightened almost painfully. He needed to come so badly.

“I’m sorry,” left his mouth brokenly as he climaxed on her tits and belly. He wasn’t sure exactly what he was apologizing for. Maybe it was the fact that he never should have touched her. Or the fact that he knew he was about to leave her broken hearted. Or maybe it was the fact that he wished he could give her more.

Claire moaned as each hot stream landed on her body. She had never thought this would be sexy, but it was such a turn on. She found herself squirming with need again. She swiped her finger through the liquid on her nipple and tasted his salty release.

“God, Claire,” he groaned again and dropped himself on top of her, taking her mouth in a blistering kiss.

“Does my baby girl want more?” He asked with a husky voice when she started grinding herself against him, seeking out friction for the growing ache inside her.

“Yes,” she whimpered when his finger started circling her clit flawlessly.

“Do you want my mouth or my fingers?” He dipped a finger inside her to emphasize the word.

“You. Just. You,” she said in between heavy breaths.

“Always me.” Carter slammed his three fingers inside her tight, little pussy and smiled when she pulled a pillow over her face to cover up her cry of pleasure. He was a sick bastard for taking pleasure in the fact that she wanted him any way she could get him. He loved it. He couldn’t get enough of it. Too bad he had to.

He leaned down and sucked her clit into his mouth while massaging her G-spot with his finger. He felt her release when it began. It flooded his face and he licked up every bit of her he could.

“Wow,” she whispered with a glazed over expression on her face. She looked so sated and relaxed. All he wanted to do was take her in his arms and hold her while she fell asleep. Telling himself that it would just be for a few minutes, he pulled her towards him and wrapped his arms around her. She nuzzled into his chest and murmured that she loved him before dozing off.

Carter never imagined he would fall asleep. He just planned to hold her for a little while before tucking her into her own bed. When the sunlight streamed through the open blinds of his window, and Claire was still wrapped around him, he panicked—afraid Elise would discover them both naked in bed together.

“Claire, wake up.” He shook her until she began to stir.

“What time is it?” She asked sleepily.

“It’s almost eight o’clock. Elise can’t find you in here. You have to get up and go to your own room.”

“Oh shit!” She jumped up and scrambled for her nightgown and panties. She threw them on and started to rush to the door. At the last minute, she stopped and changed directions, heading for him where he lay on the bed.

“Bye,” she whispered and gave him a kiss that would have had his toes curling if he were a girl.

“Bye,” he managed to say to her back as she crept silently out the door.

Chapter Seven

Carter stayed away from Elise and Claire for the rest of their stay before they headed back to college. It wasn’t easy. He couldn’t seem to get the young beauty out of his head. When he read something he thought she would like, he had to stop himself from finding her. When he took pictures down at the beach early one morning, he had to stop himself from waking her up and sharing the experience with him. He absolutely loved the peace of the beach at dawn. And he always got the best pictures at that time of the day.

The night before the girls had gotten dressed to the nines and gone out to a club with Bobby and two of his friends. When Claire came out of her room in a tight, black dress that was far too short, he wanted to demand she go back and change. And he really wanted to punch Bobby’s friends for eyeing her up and down like a piece of meat. He had never been an overly possessive man, but with Claire he couldn’t help it. And that terrified him.

“What’s on your mind?” Mary came up behind him and wrapped her arms around him.

Carter bowed his head and silently cursed himself for coming to her. He had hoped that she could take his mind off Claire. Too bad nothing helped.