The Carrero Heart - Beginning (Friends to Lovers)

Chapter 152

Ten months on…

I wake up with gentle hands on my face, the bed dipping and a warm mouth grazing mine to bring me around from slumber in the darkness. His familiar scent and warm body encompasses mine and I know his touch instantly as my body wakes with excitement at his final appearance.

He smells so good, feels even better, rousing me from sleep and my heart rejoices that he’s back with me once more. I have pined for him so much this time. It’s been unbearable

My perfect Arry.

“Hey, beautiful. God, I missed you so much.” He breathes, tone sexy, kissing me softly, hands gliding over me in the bed easily as he gets as much skin on skin contact as possible and I wrap myself around him too. Sinking into that seductive kiss and erupting with tingles, a sense of completion that he’s finally home with me. That security, longing, and wholeness that only he can give me, flooding back beautifully. The days of feeling alone and fragile disperse with one touch and the past weeks seem to instantly erase.

He’s been gone for three whole weeks this time; every trip back to New York is achingly lonesome, seems to drag more every time, and he always comes home tired and wiped out. The trips back and forth are so frequent nowadays I barely see him, and moments like this are all I live for.

Nothing much has improved in Paris, not that he knows the half of it. He shoulders so many burdens already and I never had the heart to tell him that school has never gotten any better for me.

“I missed you more.” I whisper against his face as his nose rubs against mine. So hard to see him in the pitch black of our bedroom, but his touch is everything I love and need. So familiar, safe, and gentle. He can still make my skin burn so effortlessly that I cling to him, wanting nothing more than for him to be around me and inside of me every second that I get to have him here again.

The kiss deepens as he slides over the top of me, holding himself on strong arms as he maneuvers his body between my thighs. Stopping to rest on one hand as he pulls my nightdress off in one easy fluid tug and I can already feel he’s naked too. Wasting no time in getting in bed to wake me up because we have been apart for far too long and internet calls don’t make up for it. We start to kiss, bodies hitting an all-time instant searing heat to be reunited and even though neither says it, we both know sex is the first thing on our agenda.

We are quick to work each other up into a frenzy amid passionate kissing, hands and nails tracing each other’s skin and bodies. Grinding, teasing, nibbling, and sucking from both sides.

mine as he starts to make love to me, eyes locked on me, hazy and heavily dilated as he focuses on me intensely. Early morning light breaking quickly, making the room hazy and grey now so that we can make out each other in the gloom. Bodies moving in unison, moaning, and clinging to him as intense pleasure overtakes my body from the toes

good, baby?” Arry leans down on top of me, body fitting to body as he breathes against my neck huskily, snuggling in so we have full contact, although his speech seems a little slurred with tiredness, pushing on yet his rhythm seems to be slowing down. With his face buried in the pillows beside my head, his body weight starts having more of an impact on top of me as he cuddles me close than it normally does, in fact, he is slowly getting heavier. Alarmingly so, and I wonder what the hell is going on. I’m surely getting pinned to the bed as he comes so obviously to a complete stop, after only seconds of slower and slower thrusting. Silence in the room intensifies and it becomes painfully

fighter with way too many muscles on top of my little frame. “Arrick?” I jerk my body to try and nudge him and all I get in response is a muffled snore and heavy breathing which instantly angers me. Arry has fallen asleep, both on top of me and inside of me in the middle of reunion sex and I’m immediately outraged. Like a massive jolt to the heart which bruises my feelings. Hurt and temper both gripping my stomach as tears prick my eyes in a nanosecond and the

mean what the actual hell! How can you be crazy turned on and screwing your woman and then just be… just be

with all my might under him so I at least make his body shift and slide to the side enough that the

beside me and rubs his face, getting a shove in his side from me in huffiness as I pull the sheets back to me and

little more. More alert to the fact he was just quietly snoring on top of me. Complete dent to my self-esteem that he can start snoring

face, trying to wake himself up and leans out

how much this has hurt me. His hand comes to rest on my hip over the bed clothes, but I try and conceal the fact that tears have started rolling down

frequent and the parting so much more heart-breaking. I feel like I never see him anymore and he’s always tired from the constant jet lag and commuting. Last time he was home only four days between two long trips and it’s killing me. Yet in all of that, this is the first time he has passed out on me during sex. I mean, he’s never even done that when he has been crazily drunk and

it up to you, baby. I’m so god damn exhausted. Just

turn and watch him walk nakedly off, looking as sexy as he always does, yet I just feel sad and broken up. He has no

doesn’t seem to see it though, like

What happened to us?

I literally do not have that much free time. School is demanding, and the weekends are usually filled with functions they expect us to attend, the catwalk shows we take part in or must go to, and the hours I spend studying for exams. Even Arrick must attend Carrero functions without me, and most of my school trips and shows are without him. It’s not the existence I thought it would be and as time moves on, I’m

the ceiling, body still tingling from his attentions, skin warmed and goose bumped even though we barely got started. I curl myself up protectively and try to calm the war of emotions inside of me, yet

happening in his family company, important things, that have all of them rallying together constantly. Some takeover of a competitive brand that is partnering up and the last nine months have been nothing but a wave of Carrero connected trips. His

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