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We drove in separate cars, and every time I peeked in the rearview mirror to check if he was still tailing me, my heart sighed.
There were no major traffic jams, so we arrived at my house in no time. We locked eyes as we climbed out of our respective cars.
“Welcome to my home.” I pushed open the gate, and then climbed the stone steps in my yard.
“This yard is fantastic,” he commented.
“I know. I love it.”
Carter brought a hand to my back, and I felt as if the contact was skin to skin. All the messaging this past week had felt like foreplay, and now my entire body was so responsive to that one small touch that I was ashamed.
“Want a tour?” I asked nervously once we were inside.
“Sure.”
I showed him the ground floor quickly, and then the upper floor. I could feel myself becoming jittery.
“I don’t have any food in the fridge, but we could order something, even though it takes ages for delivery in this part of the city.”
“We’ll figure it out.”
As I was showing him the master bathroom with my beloved tub, Carter brought a hand to my chin, tilting it up.
“What do you do when you come home to relax?”
“I take a shower and change in comfy clothes. Or... I walk around naked. My dad liked to say ‘your sweatpants will never be tight if you don't wear any,’ and that’s one of my favorite sayings.”
“Let’s make a deal. I’ll run to that small convenience store up the street, buy some food. You shower and relax.”
My pulse went from zero to holy hell in two seconds. I chose to concentrate on the neutral part of the sentence.
“They don’t have a lot of options.”
“I’ll make do. Don’t think about it. Stay here and relax. But do put on clothes after your shower. We can try the no-sweatpants thing another time.”
I couldn’t tell if he was inviting himself into the shower or not, but my pulse was erratic now. He stroked his thumb over my lips, and then his mouth captured mine. My knees weakened from the first stroke of his tongue.
My clit throbbed, and my nipples turned hard as if they were anxious for his tongue too.
“I’ve been dying to kiss you all week,” he murmured before diving in for a second kiss. This one was hotter, more urgent. I rose on my tiptoes, gripping his shoulders for leverage as I feverishly kissed him back. I became aware that both of his hands were on my waist, and he was walking me backward until my back was against the wall. The tiles felt cold even through the fabric of my dress, and my hips arched forward. He was so close that I slammed my lower body right into his, and sweet heavens, his hard-on was impressive.
A groan tore from him, and then he took a step back.
“Now, now. Be a good girl and relax.”
He winked and left the bathroom. I was so worked up that I almost called him right back to demand more of those scorching-hot kisses.
Then I decided to focus on the shower. I pushed down my clothes, and I became more worked up with each layer I took off. I showered quickly, then rubbed my favorite body cream on my skin, wrapped a towel around myself, and headed to my bedroom. I sank into the leather armchair opposite my bed, hoisting my legs up on the ottoman and just allowing my body to cool down and the cream to sink in.
I’d left the door cracked open, figuring it was the only way I’d hear if Carter needed something when he returned from the store, and grinned when I heard him singing a while later. Oh, hell. That sexy man was singing in my kitchen, and I was missing the show?
Forget the bubble bath, that would be the utmost relaxation. Watching him... and possibly climbing right into his arms.
No, no. I had my instructions. I couldn’t deny it. It was fun not to know what was about to happen.
Sometime later, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and the muscles in my belly strummed together.
“I’m in the bedroom,” I announced.
