Our gazes stay locked onto each other, melting layers and layers of lies and desperation, incinerating all the facades between us until it’s only the truth, what we want, and how badly we want it.
His hands sweep down my calf as he fiddles with the clasp behind my ankle and gently removes my shoe. He places it to the side, a knowing smile pulling on his mouth, and leans down to press his lips to the inside of my leg.
Those pretty blue eyes never leave mine.
I cock a brow as he lowers my foot to the ground, offering my second leg before he asks and his eyes twinkle with satisfaction. He does the same thing, all torturously slow, making my body tremble with desire. He holds my foot in his lap, undoes my shoe with careful fingers, and presses that mouth to my leg again. When he places my foot back onto the floor, he slowly rises to his feet, cupping my face in his hands.
My breath hitches as he lowers his face to my level, his fingers ghosting over the skin of my jaw.
Kiss me.
“Need help with that dress?” he asks, his voice deep and hoarse.
Please, kiss me.
I swallow, the tension thick. “I think so.”
“Sign me up for that, too,” he mumbles, and then finally glides his mouth against mine.
Yes.
He deepens the kiss instantly. His tongue sweeps into my mouth and the taste of Jager floods my body. He’s slow and deliberate, lingering in the small moments where he pulls away to study my face, only to kiss me again a second later. We’re still kissing when he undoes the clip in my hair and tosses it on the couch, his fingers sliding through my hair the seconds they’re ableto.
He’s ensuring that this is the hottest, most intense moment of my life. A moment that no other kiss will ever touch.
He’s winning.
He pulls his mouth from mine and before I can find my voice, his hands are on my hips and he abruptly spins me around. I stumble, my head fuzzy, but he keeps me upright with a firm hand on my abdomen.
God, this is already all encompassing. His breath is behind my ear, causing a wake of goosebumps to sprout down my neck. His fingers find the zipper of my dress and he slowly pulls it down, the goosebumps trailing his every move.
He carefully glides the dress off my body until it pools at my feet, his fingers gently following the fabric down my skin as it falls.
I reach down to pick it up, but his hand clasps around my wrist. “Leave it.”
I glance over my shoulder at him. “It’s my favourite dress.”
His eyes are dark. “I’ll buy you another one.”
He reaches forward to grab my chin roughly with his hand, crushing his mouth to mine, like he needs my kiss to breathe. Like one more moment without it, and he won’t make it to the next. Like he’s counted down the seconds until we caved into this desire we’ve been pretending not to feel.
I turn in his arms, stepping out of the dress, treasuring the way he holds my face like it’s his most coveted possession, and he’d destroy anyone who touched it the way he is now.
Carter’s tongue slides into my mouth, and I moan into his. The very moment that sound leaves me, he snaps back into action. He leans down and scoops me up by the bottom of my thighs, hoisting me into his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist, a small squeal escaping from my body that makes him smile against my mouth as he guides us back to my bedroom.Not once does he stop kissing me, and not once would I dream of letting him.
He trudges toward the bed with me still wrapped completely around him, and he softly lowers me onto the mattress on my back.
“It’s been a long time for you,” he mumbles as he hovers over me, eyes searching mine. “Any way you’d like this to go?”
I’m supposed to think right now?
I shake my head frantically. “I don’t care.”
“Mm, see,thatis going to be a problem,” he murmurs, pressing his mouth to mine. “I like being told what to do, Red. A bit too much, probably.”
I cock a brow. “You want to be ordered around?”
“I know. It confuses me too.” He sighs, shaking his head. He reaches between our bodies to cup my face. “So, what do you want? What do you like? What gets you off?”
