“I hate Friday afternoons,” he says, his dark eyes sliding down my body. He takes a step forward, grips my waist, and pulls me in for a very R-rated kiss.
He wouldn’t think twice if I told him I needed him inside me right now. He’d gladly fuck me on the kitchen island just to disrespect my father. In Carter’s mind, no one who endangers my life is worth an ounce of respect.
Dad’s lucky he’s still alive.
“I think the evening’s starting to look up,” I whisper in his mouth, nipping his bottom lip. “Round one in the shower.”
I’m as starved for him as he is for me. We’ve had little time the past few days while he’s been overseeing the final work atScarlett.
“Afterthe shower,” he corrects. “I have something for you... but you’re not getting it until it’s time to leave.”
Way to pique my curiosity.
???
Carter won’t let on what he bought me no matter how much I nag. He had the bag on the back seat of his Pontiac,Swarovskiproudly embossed over it,so I know it’s jewelry. Over the past six months he’s bought me way too much bling. Still, as I towel dry in the en suite, I’m more than excited.
“You promised me something,” Carter says, appearing in the doorway. He casually leans one shoulder against it, taking me in the way he always does: slowly, inch by inch. “Back at Lakeside,” he clarifies, meeting my gaze in the floor-to-ceiling mirror.
“What’s that?” I drop the towel, reveling in how fast the look on his face turns feral. With deliberate moves, I reach for a hairbrush, holding Carter’s hungry eyes in the reflection.
“Your ass, pretty girl.” He dangles theSwarovskigift bag on his index finger, then pulls out something silver from the black velvet string bag inside it. “You promised me your sweet ass.”
I swallow hard, staring at what he’s holding—a butt plug. It doesn’t look big... tiny in comparison to the girth of his cock, but the thought of having it inside me makes my abdomen cramp.
It’s not fear... more like anticipation mixing with arousal.
“Um, we’re leaving in half an hour,” I remind him.
“We are. And if you sayyes, you’ll leave with this...” He turns the plug between his fingers, showing me the crystal end, “...stretching you for when we get back home.”
He steps closer, so close his waistcoat brushes my bare back. Wrapping one arm around my waist he pulls me flush to his warm chest. The smell of his cologne steals my attention and liquid heat pools in my belly.
The cramping sensation intensifies as he possessively spreads his fingers over my navel, molding me into him. God, I love when he holds me like this. Like he’s caught his prey and can’t wait to play with it.
Dipping his head, he stamps a kiss on my temple. “What will it be, pretty girl?”
“Um... will it hurt when... when it goes in?” I ask, dropping my hairbrush on the counter beside me.
“Not one bit. You should know by now that I can’t stand seeing you in pain. I wouldn’t suggest anal if it’d hurt.”
My heart picks up pace as I spin to face him, both hands bracing against his hard pecs. He’s fully dressed while I’m buck naked, my skin pink from the hot shower, scars on display.
Vulnerable. That’s how I feel.
Vulnerable, but safe. It’s a thrill if I’m honest.
Carter’s wearing his signature white shirt, navy-blue pants, and a matching waistcoat. Signets, bracelets, watch. It’s been months but I still can’t get over how good he looks. He was hot as Nash in those black hoodies and jeans. I considered him ruthless. A force to be reckoned with. A callous, lethal weapon. He was, but Carter is ten timesmore.
Now I know that he didn’t just tone down his style at Lakeside, his whole personality was toned down.
He moves one hand to my hip, grazing his fingers higher, heating my skin. “I need ayes, Hailey. Tell me you’re ready.”
I’m ready for everything he has in store. He’s proved that my comfort is his priority, so I’m not scared. Simply curious whether I’ll enjoy it.
I glance from the two popped buttons on his shirt to his lips, then meet his expectant stare. “Yes. I’m ready but I don’t think I can put it in myself the first time.”
He smirks, closing my lips with a hot, demanding kiss. At the same time, he hauls me into his arms and rushes out of the bathroom. I land on the huge, perfectly made bed with a soft bounce, smiling up at him.
