“What are you doing here?” Carter looked as shocked as I felt. “I mean, I’m glad to see you and all, I just uh, what are you doing here?” He raked a hand through his wet hair, and I realized he’d grown it out again. Even wet, it had that effortless, old-money,sexy can I,look that made me want to rakemyfingers through it.“It’s the middle of the night. Are you okay? Are you hurt?” he asked, with nothing but pure concern in his voice.
I swayed in the doorway. “I was, uh, I just came over because…” How the hell was I going to explain this? I had no idea he’d even be home this weekend. I motioned towards the bed. “I was just sleeping here until—” I gasped!
My pink dildo was sittingerecton his nightstand, sparkling translucently under the lamplight in all its veiny glory,an absolute atrocityamidst the elegant decor of his bedroom.
When I looked back, Carter’s gaze locked with mine, and we both realized the same thing at the same time. His eyes glimmered with wicked realization, and that was all I saw before I took a flying leap to apprehend—what would undoubtedly be—the source of my eternal shame.
“No!” I screamed, diving for the contraband.
Carter got there first, grabbing it out from under me with a wicked chuckle. He full-fisted it; his eyes darkening to a color I’d never seen before.
He grinned, looking back and forth between it and me. “What is sweet, little Sarafina Amara Devereux doing inmybedroom withthis?” he asked, a cocky grin plastered across his face while the thing wobbled around in his massive hand, with total disregard for the situation.
I practically clawed my way up his sculpted chest, frantic to get that thing back, but it was no use. He yanked it higher, higher, higher, out of my reach. I was never going to live this down. Ihadto get it. I lunged, and the back of his legs hit the bed, sending us flying backwards onto his luxurious sheets. When we finally stopped moving, I gasped for an entirely different reason, realizing every inch of me was draped over the top of every inch ofhim.
Oh God.
Now, there was only one dick in this room I could think about because it was snugly nestled between my thighs, my short dress now conveniently bunched up around my waist.
Carter’s eyes flared darkly, and heat surged through me as my stomach didtheflippy thing.Shit!Say something! Anything!“I’m sorry.” I whispered at the same moment his cock flexed against me and everything emptied out of my brain. “Ohhh God.”
Carter’s hands flew to my hips, gripping them as he swore, grinding out, “You shouldn’t make those kinds of sounds while you’re sitting on my cock, sweetheart.”
Palms on his chest, the heat of his body was deliciously warm against my damp skin. I wasn’t wearing any underwear, and I knew if he so much asflexed, he’d slide right in. “Why is that?” I whispered with a hard swallow.
His Adam's apple bobbed, chest rising and falling rapidly as he gritted, “Because, if I had any less self-control, you’d be on your back right now, taking my cock like a good girl.” Carter’s voice dropped even lower, practically vibrating out of him and into me. “Keep making sounds like that and everything you were imagining while you were using your cute little unicorn horn inmybed,” he trembled with restraint, his voice dark and raw. “Well, it wouldn’t hold a candle to all the thingsI’ddo to you, sweetheart. Is that enough of a reason?”
Oh God, was I even breathing? I sucked in a deep breath, remembering I needed air, and that was enough to shift us, forcing the tip of his head to graze across myoh so veryslick clit.Bah-zing-gah!
Carter groaned gutturally, as if he were in pain, and I whimpered as heat flooded my whole body with throbbing, desperate need, all while I fought the dangerous urge to slip low enough to let it happen again. Carter’s eyes flared as he gripped my hips with more strength than I’d ever felt in my life,keeping me lifted, and his every muscle rippled beneath me with the exertion. I realized I was digging my red lacquered nails into his chest, but I didn’t dare move a fraction of an inch.
What I said next was the alcohol speaking, surely, because I was never this bold. “Tell me why I shouldn’tletyou do all those dirty things to me.” I whispered,desperatefor him to brush against me just once more. At least. Ten times ten would do nicely too. With a nice hard?—
“Don’t ask questions I know you already know the answer to.” He rasped, every vein in his arms flexing as he gripped me,determinedto keep me from sinking down onto the one thingthat Idesperatelywanted him to skewer me with.
I searched his eyes, feeling confused—he was hard as a rockunderneath me, there was no denying it, but I swallowed thickly, suddenly realizing that maybe this wasjusta physical response for him. I mean, I didn’t blame him, I too was having averyphysical response.
“I should put some clothes on.” He said tightly.
Yes, I nodded,onlya physical response. I was literally sitting on his hard cock, offering myself to him, and he was trying to politely tell me what he always had. That this was never going to happen. I tried not to let the sting of rejection wash over me, but it did anyway. “Yeah, you should put some clothes on.” I nodded emphatically, heart still racing a mile a minute. “Good thinking.” I stared down at his body, realizing he reallywaslike one of those ancient sculptures of a Roman warrior, and I couldn’t help wondering if he fucked like o?—
“You mind, uh, dismounting?” Carter was physically trembling, a pained look on his face.
Oh God, why was I still on top of him? “Of course.” I breathed, my gaze snapping back up to his, and the look in his eyes made my heart pound even faster.
The room was a little topsy-turvy as I slid one leg over the throbbing stallion and rolled onto the bed in a breathless heap.
Carter quickly pulled on some thin gray sweatpants,as if that was going to help the situation at all.Even drunk as a skunk, I could see everything outlined, clear as day. And dear God, there wasa lotto outline. Last time I’d seen it, it hadn’t beeninflated.
Carter sat at the edge of the bed, keeping a little distance between us, and we both stared at that damn dildo in the sheets and then back at each other. I was sure my cheeks were as red as they’d ever been.
Carter’s smirk quickly disappeared as his eyes dragged over me with a look I couldn’t decipher. “Can we talk about what the hell you’re wearing?” He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Please tell me you didn’t go out like that.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I frowned, lying back on the bed.
His jaw flexed. “That’s barely a scrap of fabric. I’d hardly even call that a dress.”
“What would you call it, then?” I raised a brow and tried to ignore the pounding in my clit. I’d deal with that traitorous bitch later. As soon as I got my toy back, I’d schedule her in for a ruthless beating.
