Carter scratches the back of his head, looking unsure. “I can put something on if it bothers you.”
“Don’t you dare.” I walk closer, overpowered by the urgency to feel his skin under my palms. “This kitchen hasn’t seen something so hot since Sam nearly burnt it to a crisp frying clams.”
“Your compliments could use some work.”
“Maybe I can show my appreciation another way.”
Carter’s lips twitch. “Are you going to bake me some cookies?”
“Not quite. Since you’re so fond of games,” I challenge him, fueled by that unfamiliar boldness, “grab the counter.”
Carter leans against the kitchen cabinets, smiling down on me with a mixture of amusement and intrigue playing in his eyes. In the daylight, I admire the ripples of his muscles as his hands hook over the wood top. My core tightens, but I have to be patient. To get him as mad with want as I am whenever he touches me.
The tips of my fingers reach for his jaw and travel down his neck, over his bobbing Adam’s apple, skimming his scar, and resting on his taut abdomen when he takes a sharp intake of air.
“If you touch me, I’ll stop,” I warn him.
In a flash, his eyes become almost black. “What?” He grits out.
My fingers slide lower, need pulsing between my legs. When my fingers hover over the waistband, Carter almost stops breathing, staring at me, his gaze a roaring fire. I pull him out and when I lick my palm a low growl rumbles in his chest, spurring me on.
Being in control sparks a surge of power, pushing me to make him lose his mind with every stroke and twist of my wrist. He gets harder in my palm, his knuckles white from gripping the counter.
“I have to touch you.”
“Patience, Mr. Rawlings. I’m having too much fun.”
“I bet you are,” he says through his teeth. “Driving me mad—” A deep moan cuts him off and his head falls back. “Fuck…I want to spread those beautiful legs of yours and bury myself so deep, you’ll never forget the consequences of teasing me.”
“Oh,” I whisper teasingly in his ear and nip his earlobe, earning a shudder. “I’ve just gotten started.”
“You’re playing with fire, kitten.”
My knees hit the floor and I scrape his inner thighs with my nails. Carter looks in pain.
“Then we’ll both go up in flames.”
He opens his mouth to say something, but the words melt away on an exhale when I take him in my mouth and his hand shoots to the back of my skull.
I let him guide me, drunk on his pleasure.
Breaking Carter’s composure brings a high I never want to come down from.
Chapter Thirty-Two
CARTER
An array of annoying pings yanks me from a fitful sleep. Getting used to sleeping next to Eliza makes the lonely nights pass in excruciating restlessness.
I grab the phone, an impending sense of doom looming over me. After my mother and Jackie froze me out there was little reason for it to ring this much. The message on the screen makes my blood freeze. It’s a media alert on my name.
Dozens of articles fill the screen.
Is Carter Rawlings Dead? Shocking Revelation Rocks Rawlings Enterprise!
Carter Rawlings’ Heart Attack Sparks Uncertainty at Rawlings Enterprise!
CEO Crisis: Rawlings Enterprise Braces for Turmoil Amid Carter Rawlings’ Health Scare!
