My fingers curl around the back of the chair as memory drenches me with arousal. Last night he drove me out of my mind and body, and I’d give anything for another night in his arms.
Anything.
Unlocking my fingers one at a time, I glance down at the suit I’m wearing. I didn’t change when I arrived home. A subconscious defense against my need to return to Boyd’s—return to Carter.
If I’m not dressed for the place, then I can’t go.
It is a completely ridiculous attempt to thwart my own desire. As if a desk full of work and a layer of clothing can stop me if I really want to go.
And I can’t lie to myself any longer. I really want to go back to Boyd’s—back to Carter.
With every fiber of my being I want to get in my car and drive the thirty or so minutes to his bar and have wall-banging sex with Carter again.
My keys and bag are on the foyer table. All I have to do is walk over, scoop them up, and get in the elevator.
I’m halfway there before I realize I’ve moved.
In the foyer before my next heartbeat.
And out the door, pressing the lift button within one breath.
8
CARTER
Ilook up when my brother elbows me in the ribs and every drop of oxygen leaves my lungs, but it has nothing to do with my brother’s rough treatment.
Livi.
She walks toward me dressed like I’ve never seen her before.
Her hair is swept up in some fancy bun thing on the side of her head. Pearls circle her throat and I can’t help but grin when I realize they hide the hickey I gave her last night. Her blouse isn’t tight but it doesn’t hide the mouth-watering curves of her ample breasts, and her skirt hugs her hips and thighs like a lover’s hands.
Like my hands. Last night I had my hands where that skirt is. Fuck, I had my fingers—my cock—inside her.
My cock pulses, thickens, and presses against my jeans with remembered pleasure. Not that I haven’t been half-hard all damn day thinking about her, but right now, seeing her in the flesh, I’m swiftly on my way to rock hard.
I finally bring my gaze to hers, and I don’t need words to know she’s here on a mission and that mission is me. I’ve seenthe look before. She’s worn it every time she came through the door looking for a guy to fuck.
The smile that curls my lips is one of triumph. Last night was all about getting under her skin enough to have her coming back. Not for some random guy—although I feared that’s exactly what she’d do—no, I’d wanted that look aimed at me. And here it is.
Except we can’t do this here with my brother and the whole bar watching.
“Garrett. Take over.” I make my way down the bar to meet her at the end.
Neither of us speaks as I lead the way to the office. I’m not sure why she’s here dressed in her other-life clothes with that predatory look in her eyes, because she’s never walked through the door looking so refined, and her appearance could mean one of two things.
She’s either going to give me the ice princess brush-off for good, or she couldn’t wait to get here—to me—to bother changing. I hope with everything I have it’s the second reason.
Opening the office door, I motion her in ahead of me. I barely have the door shut behind us when she’s on me.
Her hot mouth eats at mine—her tongue licking at me, her lips sucking.
“Oh my God.” She nips my bottom lip. “You have no idea how much I want you.”
Yeah, I do. The same bone-gnawing lust consumes me. “Livi.”
“Don’t talk.” She thrusts her tongue back into my mouth. “No questions, remember.”
