He playfully rolls his eyes. “No one has intrigued me like you.”
That confession makes my heart flutter. “You can’t say things like that.”
“I did. Now, I do have one more rule,” he says, tilting my chin upward.
“Yes?”
“When we’re alone, you have to stop holding yourself back from the things you want.” His thumb traces my jaw and across my lips.
My breath comes out uneven. “I’ll try. I’m … I’m not used to having healthy conversations in the bedroom.”
“Ever?” His brow lifts.
“Never,” I tell him.
“We’re going to have a lot of fun together.”
Our lips crash together, and he kisses me until I’m gasping. This has been building between us since the day he walked through those doors. That’s an undeniable fact.
Carter’s hand slides to the back of my neck, holding me in place. I open my mouth wider, finding his tongue. His strong fingers tighten on my waist.
“I already can’t get enough of you, Wendy.”
“We’re so fucked,” I say, already knowing this is a terrible idea.
“Let’s see what happens.”
He sits on the edge of the mattress and pulls me between his knees. I stand between his legs and run my fingers through his messy hair. He closes his eyes when I touch him, wrapping his arms around my waist. His thumbs trace the strip of bare skin between my tank top and shorts. I’m done pretending that I don’t want him.
“What do you hope to get from this?” he asks.
I push him onto his back. He moves up the bed.
“To have fun and feel wanted.” The truth slides from my lips as I straddle him. “It’s been a long time since anyone has excited me like you do.”
He places his hands behind his head, watching me. His voice drops low as he says, “You’re so fucking sexy.”
“You are too.”
I move down to his lips, running my fingers through his hair as his cock grows beneath me. His eyes close, and he grinds up into me.
“Tell me what you like,” he whispers, sucking on my earlobe.
“I like it when you do that,” I say, rocking against him.
His thumbs press harder into my hip bones, and my breath hitches.
“Eye contact is my love language. I want to know the person I’m with is completely with me.”
He opens his eyes and tucks loose strands of hair behind my ear. Our mouths are close, and his fingertips are soft on my cheek. “Princess treatment.”
I smile. “Is that what it’s called on the streets of New York?”
“You deserve to be a priority, Wendy. Being in the moment with you is bare minimum.”
“Something we can agree on.” My words come out hushed.
If we keep rocking together like this, I might lose myself. The friction has heat pooling between my thighs.
