A shiver wracks me. Carter always knows what to say to have me teetering on the edge of arousal, but I force the lust aside. For now. “I’m glad you’re finally here.”
“Now that I am, when can we leave?” His hand draws circles on the small of my back, sending a wave of goose bumps up my spine.
I laugh. “The evening has barely started.”
He sighs. “I know.”
“We only have to stay a few hours. Can you manage that?”
“Of course I can. It’s not my thing, and I’d prefer to be alone with you, but I promise not to embarrass you in front of your friends.”
His words startle me and I tip my head back to look at him. “First, there are very few people here I would call friend. And second, you could never embarrass me no matter what you did.”
“Oh, I think you’d be plenty embarrassed if I did to you what I’m dying to.”
I arch an eyebrow.
Carter grins. “In fact, I think we’d scandalize everyone here if I had my way.”
He already has my nerve endings humming but now they’re buzzing like a swarm of bees. “A-and what exactly do you want to do?”
He tugs me closer, moves in so his mouth is next to my ear, his warm breath brushing against my skin.
“I want to find the nearest flat surface and push you against it. Shove your dress up over your hips so I can get between the thighs I know are silkier than this designer outfit that I’m bound to ruin once I get my hands on you.”
I swallow, my throat constricting with the flash of heat exploding through me. He has a way with words. A knack for painting vivid pictures in my mind by telling me exactly what he wants to do to me.
The kicker is, he always follows through.
At some point this evening I will find myself in the position Carter just described, and I’ll love every second of it.
17
CARTER
Iwatch the flush rise up Livi’s neck and fill her cheeks. I want to lower my mouth to hers and thrust my tongue between her glossy red lips.
Glancing around the elaborately decorated room, I wonder if there is anywhere I can take her to deliver on my promise.
And it is a promise. One I’d never break.
For months I’ve teased us both with the tantalizing verbal descriptions of all the wicked things I plan to do to her—with her.
Of course there are times when I have to use every ounce of self-control I have not to follow through on my words the second they’re out of my mouth.
Like now.
The dress—if you could call it a dress—is a torture device designed to drive me out of my mind. My cock out of my pants.
It skims her breasts, her waist, her hips, then flows like a cool blue waterfall down her legs to pool around her feet.
I can’t wait to peel her out of it. My groin throbs.
Really can’t wait.
“Do you absolutely have to stay now you’ve made an appearance?” I ask.
She nods but I can see in her eyes she wants to say no. I’ll just have to turn up the heat until she can’t wait another second—can’t function for the need clawing through her.
