“That was … incredible.”
He captures my lips, then pulls his fingers from inside of me and places them in his mouth. His eyes close as he licks them clean. “You taste so fucking good. What else is on your naughty list?”
He’s not joking.
“Okay. Some of them are kinda impossible.”
“Like?” he asks.
“I want to have sex in the Louvre.”
A grin spreads across his lips. “Okay. And?”
“A hot air balloon,” I tell him. “And on a plane. I’d like to join the Mile-High Club before I die.”
He’s staring at me.
“What? You think it’s stupid, don’t you?”
Carter shakes his head. “I think I want to make your dreams come true.”
I playfully roll my eyes. “You sound like a Disney prince, Carter.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment. Anything else?”
“Sex in a tent.” I shrug.
He pulls me closer. “All of that. Consider it done.”
“You can’t promise that. The Louvre, Carter. Get real.”
“Okay.” He’s way too cocky for his own good, and it’s contagious. “I find this reaction cute. Now, when we arrive, what will you wear?” he asks, twirling a piece of my hair in his finger.
“Something sexy. Easy access,” I say, imagining it.
“So, what defines sex? I need to know the rules of your fantasies.”
“If I come, it counts.” I cross my legs.
He stands and pulls me up with him. Before we walk away, I pull the envelopes from my back pocket. Carter glances down at them as I toss them onto the fire.
“They haven’t stopped harassing you?” he asks.
“No,” I tell him. “I don’t think they will.”
We watch the pages turn to ash, and then I dump a bucket of water on top of it to put it out.
His pinkie brushes against mine as we walk back. We keep our distance until we’re on the second flight of stairs. Carter’s hand finds my waist, and he pins me against the wall.
“Shh,” I tell him, leading him up to his room.
The door shuts behind him, and then I step forward to undress him without hesitation. He walks me backward until he’s on top of me, and then he’s inside me. His fingers lace through mine, pinning my hands to the pillow. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he goes deeper, breathing heavily.
“I’m falling for you, Wendy,” he says against the shell of my ear.
“Carter.”
“Is it just me?” he asks as my body winds tight.
