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“What guy?”
“The guy standing in the parking lot.” He points at Carter. “He claims he’s waiting for you.”
I nod and he walks me over to Carter, looking him up and down like he’s trying to remember everything about him.
He even walks behind Carter’s car and writes down his license plate number. Then he crosses his arms. “You can leave now.”
“I’m glad I have your permission.” Carter rolls his eyes and opens the door for me.
The second he slips inside, we both laugh at Charlie. He’s stepped in front of the car as if he’s a traffic controller, signaling for Carter to put the car in reverse and pull away.
“Is security always like that?” he asks.
“I think they have to be.” I laugh. “Sometimes they follow us for a few miles to make sure no one is trailing us home.”
He nods and pulls onto the main road, turning on the radio.
He doesn’t say anything for a long time, making me think the performance I gave wasn’t as great as I thought it was. Either that, or he’s really mad at me.
“Did you enjoy my performance?” I look over and notice his lips are curving into a smile.
“I did.”
“You did? That’s all you have to say?”
“What would you like me to say?”
“How about: Thank you, Emerald. Thank you for telling me about your first premier performance and putting me on the list so I wouldn’t have to pay. You did a damn good job and I almost came in my pants while watching your sexy ass.”
Suppressing a laugh, he slows the car and pulls it to the side of the road. He turns towards me and cups my face in his hands. “Thank you, Emerald. Thank you for telling me about your first premier performance and putting me on the list so I wouldn’t have to pay, even though I would pay triple just to see you dance for five seconds. You did a damn good job, but I hate to inform you that I did not cum in my pants while watching your sexy ass.”
“You also didn’t tip me.”
“I didn’t.” He pulls me close and kisses me.
I shut my eyes as he slips his tongue deeper into my mouth, as he unbuckles my seatbelt and pulls me into his lap.
He presses his forehead against mine—leaving no space between us, and whispers, “I loved every fucking second of it.”
I feel his hands caressing my back and sigh, hoping that he’ll sense that I want this, that I was confused and hurt when he turned me away at the lake yesterday.
Threading his fingers through my hair, he lowers his head to my left shoulder and plants kisses across my collarbone, hesitating a few seconds in between each kiss.
I’ve never been rendered speechless by kisses before. Then again, I’ve never had kisses like this before. They’re sensual and slow, not the rough and primal kind I’m used to.
“Carter...” I tilt my head back as he kisses his way up to my neck and unzips the front of my shirt.
He doesn’t answer. He continues his barrage of torturous kisses and unsnaps my bra.
The second he bites my nipple, I close my eyes and suppress a moan.
He flicks his tongue around it in circles, pulling my body even closer to his, letting me feel how hard his dick is beneath me.
I move my hand between us and reach for his fly, tugging on it—damn near ripping it off. When I finally have it down, I slip my hand into his pants, ready to pull his dick out and finally get what I’ve wanted for weeks, but he grabs my hand.
“Stop.”
“Stop?” I ask, breathlessly.
He sighs and pushes me against the dashboard. Without saying another word, he readjusts my bra and zips my shirt.
As I struggle to catch my breath, he lifts me out of his lap and places me back into my seat.
“Put your seatbelt on.” He cranks the car and waits.
I shake my head and try to control the hurt that’s building in my chest.
“Now, Emerald.”
I pull the seatbelt over my shoulder and sit back, staring straight ahead.
He’s been confusing the hell out of me all along—throwing me for loops left and right, but this? This is it.
I have never, ever, been denied this much and after tonight I’m done with him. For good.
I don’t look his way as he drives back towards Blythe. I’m ready for this night to be over, ready to forget all about him and this turn me on, turn me off bullshit.
In the past, Leah would tell me about idiots like him. She’d say that if a man ever rejected me in the heat of the moment that he was either gay or never interested in me to begin with.
I’m honestly ashamed that I didn’t see through his game earlier because it’s clearer than ever right now: He doesn’t really like me. He just feels sorry for me.
