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CHAPTER6
Sweet Temptation~Carter
If I had to guess,Brooklyn was a virgin, and if she wasn't, her experience was limited. The thought of her stealing my last breath with her luscious bubble butt had my flesh begging to be let out. I had to shift numerous times during dinner, and every time her cheeks turned a shade darker, my wall weakened. I dated many women over the past decade or two, and never have I ever felt the need to protect them. A rouge wave slapped me in the face when she turned and locked eyes with me in the cafe two days ago, and now that I had her in my grasp, letting her go seemed insane. I glanced in her direction, taking in the streaks of auburn locks that the sun naturally lightened. Her big brown eyes scanned the neighborhood as we rode past luxury shops and cute coffee cafes. Her preoccupied state allowed me to run my eyes over every inch of her curves at my leisure. Fuck. Although the cabin was cloaked in silence, my thoughts were anything but. The tension in my muscles, paired with the strain in my pants, was the perfect recipe for combustion. I wondered if she kept her attention toward the window because she could feel my eyes on her. I wanted her to feel it. Fuck, I wanted her to feel a lot of things. My tongue for one, and then my cock molding to her walls as I stretched her out.
"How old are you?" I asked, breaking the silence.
Her eyes snapped over to me, allowing me to catch a whiff of the fading scents of her floral perfume. I recognized it immediately, and I also knew she didn't make enough to afford it. She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "Twenty-one."
"Perfect.”
Of course, she was over eighteen, but knowing that she was freshly legal made a tingle zip down my spine. She was old enough to drink, old enough to fuck, and old enough to breed. We pulled into the hotel porte-cochere, and her mouth fell open. Her sea glass eyes widened as she took in the sights. The entire ordeal had me relaxing in the seat as she looked around. So fucking innocent. How could I let her go? The bellhop opened the passenger door, and we climbed out. With her eyes fixated on the large golden doors in front of her, she didn't notice the summer breeze had her cocktail dress lifting in a Marilyn-Esque swoop. My gaze locked on her white teddy bear-dotted panties by the time her hands struggled against the wind.
Fuck me.
I motioned her toward the doors, I placed my hand on the small of her back just low enough to feel the slope of her ass. A giddiness seemed to sweep over her, and she appeared to drown in the luxury as I guided her to the elevator banks. Her eyes sliced from the crystal chandeliers down to the oriental rugs and the large leather furniture. There were over a dozen hotels in Stonebridge, but only one Pinnacle. Castle men enjoyed decadent food, strong liquor, and upscale accommodations.
"Sorry," she said, looking up at me. "There's just so much I've never experienced in the world."
I ran a knuckle down the softness of her cheek and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. She ignored my actions as she tilted her chin toward the ceiling. She had no idea how many new experiences she was about to have. I found myself mentally comparing our worlds. She had limited life experiences and funds from the look of it. As we made our way through the lobby, she spun in a circle and slightly toppled as she bumped into the elevator wall.
"Have you ever seen anything so wonderful?" She beamed with the eagerness of a child.
I couldn't stop the smile that tugged at my lips. "I haven't," I said, but I wasn't talking about the hotel.
The ride to the top floor took less than a minute, and the elevator doors peeled back. Taking her hand, I guided her down the quiet hallway. Scanning the platinum keycard over the reader, I pushed the door open with a light nudge and motioned her inside. The whites of her eyes brightened as she looked around and seeing her experience something so normal to me made my heart thump in my chest.
"I could fit my entire apartment in this space alone," she said as she sauntered over to the balcony.
I stepped out of my shoes and plucked at the top button of my dress shirt. The minibar called to me, and I poured myself a stiff drink to lessen the blow of the ache that refused to subside. Her innocent reactions just made my cock harder, and my eyes settled on the hem of her dress, which rode up a few inches as she peered over the balcony. Emotions that I buried years ago started to rush to the surface as I held her in my sight. Torn between wanting to protect her and keep her safe and wanting to fill her little cunt up with my seed. I finished off my drink and poured another, this one was for her, and I made sure to go heavy on the Bordeaux cherry syrup. The high of her new adventure was wearing off, and she slipped back inside with slumped shoulders, and fell into the softness of the couch. Refusing to look up at me as I approached, I lowered the drink to her hands.
"I wish I could stay in this moment forever," she whispered.
My heart dropped through a trapdoor in my stomach when her words flowed off her tongue. Maybe this was my cue to tell her that I planned on keeping her forever. She was dreading what came next. I didn't want that. I wanted her to want me as much as I wanted her.
"Here." I rocked the glass back and forth in front of her.
"Thanks."
Fuck. Her timidity was so sexy.
I clinked my glass against hers, and she took a reluctant sip and winced.
"Sorry. I tried to sweeten it up for you." A lopsided grin tugged at the corner of my mouth, and I raised my glass back to my lips.
"Can't hide turpentine under sugar," she said as a cough erupted from her throat.
I nearly spat my drink out at her snarkiness and almost busted my load in my pants. Jesus Christ.
I took her drink and set it on the side table before lowering to my knees. Pushing my way between her honey-thick thighs, she let out a soft whine, and it nearly killed me.
"Look at me," I told her, my voice low but direct. "I want you to look into my eyes when we talk, okay?"
She nodded obediently, and I clipped a finger under her chin. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, and a bolt of desire shot through me as I watched it slip back out slowly.
"I know you're nervous, baby girl, but I won't make you do anything you're not ready for. Not yet anyway, but…" I let my words trail off and eyed her movements. "But I need two things from you before the night ends." I rose and looked down at her.
She followed my gaze, her neck reminded me of a crane, and I rested my eyes on the ridges of her throat.
