Whiskey and Lace

by Adriane Leigh

  "Your skin is warm beneath my fingertips." He trailed his palm down the flat of my stomach and stopped at my mound. "And this," he whispered his fingers around the sensitive flesh, "is always so wet for me." He slid one finger between the slick folds, teasing and caressing. I groaned in pleasure.

  He leaned me back on the bed and took my thighs in each of his hands. He nuzzled his nose up my inner thigh and then inhaled deeply when he reached my center. He spread me open and blew a breath of air out onto my sensitive flesh. I was so aroused I was self conscious. No one had ever driven me so wild with lust and passion before. He used his tongue to stroke up my center and then ended at my hypersensitive nub, sucking it between his lips. I cried out in pleasure.

  He continued to lick and suck before he used one finger to caress the swollen flesh. He pushed one finger just inside of me and sucked at the same time and I came instantly. The pleasure rolled through my body, my toes heating instantly, and my brain flooding with pleasure. My insides spasmed and quivered and my breath came out in pants as I rode the high of pleasure only Carter could elicit from my body.

  "You're a goddess when you come." Carter kissed his way up my body and ran his fingers through my hair before kissing me deeply on the lips. I kissed him back and savored his taste and the feel of his body against my skin. He leaned up for a moment to shrug his pants off and then was on me once again. I wrapped my legs around his hips and ground my core into him. I wanted to feel him inside me, connected with me. He teased my center with his arousal and slid his length between my folds slowly. I relished the sensation before he slowly positioned himself and slid into me. My body arched in pleasure and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, clutching him to me. He was the only thing I needed in this moment. Maybe the only thing I would ever need.

  He slid in and out of me slowly. Gentle and loving, it felt like he was making love to me, and I hoped he was. I wrapped my fingers in his hair and pressed him into me. I moved my hips in rhythm with him and I knew that we couldn't be more perfect. This is what Carter and I did best. It may be hard for us to adjust to each other outside of these moments, but in these moments we were pure perfection.

  Carter angled my bottom up in his strong hands to hit me deeper and I moaned in pleasure. He sped up and his length hit a new and exquisite spot. My ankles locked behind his bottom and he continued to work in and out of me.

  "I can't get enough of you, Eva. I won't ever get enough of you." He worked in and out and then his hand slid between us and he massaged my hypersensitive bud. My second orgasm traveled up my body slow and satisfying. Carter's body spasmed and I could feel him jerking inside me. He stroked through his orgasm and then collapsed onto me, holding me tightly in his arms as his chest rose up and down with his breath.

  Silky locks of his hair tickled my forehead and I smiled and brushed the hair off of his face. He nuzzled into my neck, and rolled to my side, his arms still wrapped around me. I stroked my fingers along his eyebrows and his closed eyelids, the straight line of his nose and his full lips. I trailed a finger along the shell of his ear and around to the back of his neck and pulled him into me to give him a long kiss. I knew in that instant that he was all I ever needed.

  Carter worked from his apartment the next day while I went into the office. I came home the next night and we ordered takeout and watched TV and made love in his bed. It felt like some sort of slice of heaven. I relished waking up next to him in the morning. It was a glimpse of what our lives could be like. Maybe Carter wasn't all wrong when he said if it's right it's hard in the beginning. It was the first time I could see what my future might actually look like with Carter Morgan in it, and my heart skipped a beat at the thought.

  Ten

  Carter flew back to Boston Friday morning for a meeting and I followed a few hours later. We'd planned to meet for dinner that night. I knew Cate would be mad, having not seen me all week, but Carter and I were in such a good place that I couldn't help but want to live inside our own little bliss for as long as possible.

  Parker met me at the airport that afternoon. I slid into the back seat of the Bentley and shuddered at the thought of all the women that Parker had see in his rearview mirror, giggling over Carter, their hands on his chest, his lips on theirs. My heart clenched. I hated knowing that Carter had a past, but the only thing I could do was avoid thinking about it, which could be hard when it came up to bite me in the ass so regularly.

  Parker maneuvered through the congested Boston traffic and my thoughts drifted back to the sweet few days Carter and I had spent together in New York. When things were good with us, they were so good, but when they were bad, it was like the bottom fell out beneath us.

  Parker pulled up to the curb of The Hancock and I slid out and gave him a nod of thanks.

  Carter's secretary waved me into his office with a smile. I walked in and Carter looked up from his desk with loving eyes and a genuine smile.

  "Come here." He patted his lap. I walked to him, sat down and draped my arms around his neck. "I missed you." He nuzzled into my hair.

  "It's only been a few hours." I twisted his silky hair between my fingers with a smile. I had missed him too.

  "What can I say? You're like a drug, I can't live without a taste of you for long." His lips curved up in a sexy grin. I pressed my lips to his softly.

  "I’ve got something for you." He waggled his eyebrows at me and reached down to pull a white shopping bag up from the floor. I peaked inside and giggled.

  "I went to La Perla this morning, I thought it was about time I replaced all those panties I’ve been going through." He grinned. Various colors of lace peeked through tissue paper.

  "Where are all my undies at anyway?" I arched and eyebrow at him. A slow grin spread across his face as he slid open a drawer of his desk to reveal the torn and tattered lace of my panties.

  "Quite the collector. Isn't that charming." I rolled my eyes.

  "I need something to jog my memory of your hot body when you're not here." His warm hand slid underneath my shirt and caressed my breast. My breathing hitched and I kissed him deeply.

  "Come on, up you go. You've got to get ready for dinner." He lifted me off his lap and slapped my bottom. "Use my shower if you want, there's something in there for you to wear."

  "Ok." I skipped into the bathroom in his office and peeled out of my jeans and shirt. "Want to join me?" I threw my bra out into his office with a smile. His eyes widened for a minute and then he stalked after me like a cat stalking its prey. I giggled and ducked into the shower, turning on the water so he wouldn’t follow me. He held my eyes with an intense gaze and loosened his tie and slipped it over his head, then shrugged the suit jacket off of his shoulders. My heart began to pound when I realized I would have company in the shower after all. He undid the buttons of his shirt one by one, his eyes never leaving mine, and then yanked his shirt out of his pants.

  My heart hammered and my nipples hardened and ached in anticipation of his touch. I held eye contact with him while I slid my hand down my slippery body. My fingers found my aching bundle of nerves and began to massage in slow circles. His eyes widened at me and I could see his breathing pick up. I took a deep breath and leaned back against the tile wall of the shower, letting the water cascade down my body. My head tipped back and I began to massage harder, while my other hand slid up to my breast to play with my nipple.

  I bit my lip and a moan rolled out of my throat. Carter licked his lips and then popped the button and dropped his trousers to the floor in one swift move. He stepped into the shower with me and placed his hand over mine to feel me touching myself. He took my nipple in his mouth and tugged with his teeth. My back arched into him as he pressed my hand harder into myself. A feral growl escaped his throat and then he dropped to the floor on his knees and held my thighs open with his strong hands as he attacked me with his mouth. I moaned loudly and ran my fingers through his hair. I pulled him tighter to me and he tugged gently on my sensitive bud with his teeth. I groaned in
pleasure; the hot water cascading down my body coupled with Carter's mouth making love to me was overwhelming and it didn't take long for my body to buck and tremble with my orgasm. My legs were weak and my fingers tightened and pulled his long, wet hair. Carter held me up with his firm hands to prevent me from crumpling onto the shower floor. He slid up my body and I felt his hard length pressed against my soft belly.

  My brain buzzed with the post-orgasm high, but it didn't dampen my desire for him. He bounced me up on his hips and I wrapped my legs and arms around his body. I dove into his neck and nibbled and licked along the wet flesh underneath his ear. Carter held onto my bottom with both hands and pulled my body away from his just enough to angle his length into me. When he was sheathed inside me he thrust his hips up into me and pinned me against the wall.

  Carter filling me to my very core was some sort of sweet ecstasy and in that moment there was nothing else I craved more than him. He grunted and thrust into my body as we slid and smacked together under the hot spray of the shower. I held one arm out, flat-palmed against one wall of the shower to help support me as I rode him. He held me firm in his hands and pounded over and over frantically, as if he couldn’t get enough of me. From this angle he wasn't hitting me deep, but the closeness of our bodies was providing shallow stimulation that drove me wild. I knew I would come any second. My other hand tightened in the back of his hair and I groaned and panted in pleasure.

  Carter's thrusting became deeper and more frenzied before his teeth sunk into my neck. I came instantly at the pain and pleasure combination and Carter gave one long, shuddering groan and came inside me as my body pulsed around him. His body heaved in exertion and I clung to him, afraid to trust my legs to hold me as his long wet hair tickled my neck. Our breathing slowed down and Carter lifted his head.

  "Christ, I’m so sorry, Eva." He kissed the crevice of my neck tenderly where he'd bitten me. "That will probably leave a mark." He pulled back and looked me in the eye apologetic.

  "It's ok." I touched my fingers to the tender skin. "It was kind of hot." I pressed his lips to mine firmly, and then bit down on his bottom lip without apology. Carter kissed me back and gave a deep chuckle when he pulled away.

  "You are insatiable, Miss Austin." He set me down on the floor and smacked my ass playfully.

  "Only with you." I spun under the stream of water to grab for his shampoo. Carter took the bottle from my hands and washed my hair and body, caressing me slowly and seductively. Carter's big hands all over my wet body threw my system into overdrive. After he was done I took the bottle of shampoo from him and washed his hair lovingly. Running my fingers through his silky, toffee-colored strands and massaging his scalp slowly brought me so much pleasure. I loved Carter's hair. A CEO of a billion-dollar company shouldn't have long, unruly hair, but Carter did and it worked so well on him. His eyes closed and a soft moan escaped his lips as I massaged. Then I ran my hands up and down his body with soap; slowly around his defined arms, across the planes of his toned chest, down to his narrow waist and his strong thighs. Carter's body was the stuff of Greek legend. When Michelangelo sculpted David, he must have had Carter in mind.

  "Come on, angel, we've got a reservation." He stepped out of the shower and dried himself off quickly before wrapping the towel low on his hips. My eyes narrowed to that sexy pelvic muscle in the shape of a V peeking out atop the towel and I bit my lip as naughty thoughts ran through my mind.

  "Evangeline." Carter's eyes were hooded with dangerous lust. He turned the knob to shut off the water and held a towel open for me to step into. He wrapped me up and kissed me on the forehead. Then he went to work toweling me off and soaking up the water in my hair.

  Carter finished and pointed me to the garment bag laying across the vanity. "Your dress. I think there's a blow dryer under the sink, too." He stepped over to the walk-in closet to get dressed. I watched his perfect ass walk away, wrapped in a white towel, and I was ready for him all over again. Carter disappeared and I turned back to the vanity. I fingered through my hair as best as possible without a brush, and then opened the drawer of the vanity to dig for a hair dryer. I found one, along with hair spray and a partially used bottle of perfume. I picked it up with a frown on my face. My first instinct was to throw it at the mirror and head for the door, but I knew Carter deserved more than that, and I did too. We were in a better place now weren't we? We'd learned something over the last few days about ourselves and each other.

  I sniffed the perfume and recognized it instantly. I jogged my memory trying to recall where I’d smelled it before.

  The ball.

  The night Carter and I had first been together.

  Madeleine.

  This was Madeleine’s perfume.

  My grip tightened on the bottle and my heart pounded erratically. I thought they were just friends, why would she keep toiletries here. I knew instantly that they'd been more at one time, but I chose to have faith that it was no longer. Or at least I would give Carter the benefit of the doubt. I decided at that moment that I cared about Carter enough to give him the chance to explain.

  He came back out of the closet dressed in dark wool pants with a black shirt hanging open. That man was impossibly sexy at any given moment. Locks of wet hair fell over his forehead in errant disarray and his eyes flashed in pleasure, as his eyes scanned my still naked form. And then his eyes zeroed in on the bottle in my hands. I locked eyes with him in the reflection of the mirror and stood expressionless.

  "Fuck." Carter took two steps to me and grabbed the bottle from my hand and tossed it back in the drawer. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight to him. "It's old. God, Eva, I didn't even know it was still here. I never go in that drawer. I'm sorry." He held me by the shoulders with both hands and looked me straight in the eye. "Are you ok?" He didn't know how to gauge me since I still hadn't said a word. I nodded slowly and took a deep breath.

  "Yeah, I’m ok. It just took me by surprise. It's just irritating when your man-whoring ways come up to smack me in the face." I gave him a small smile in an attempt to lighten the mood.

  "Former man-whoring ways." One eyebrow raised up at me, still watching me as if I might explode at any moment. "You're really ok?"

  "Yea." I smiled at him and actually felt it this time.

  "I left a bruise." His fingertip touched my neck softly. I glanced in the mirror and my eyes widened for a moment, surprised at the damage he'd done to my skin.

  "It doesn't hurt." I shrugged. He bent down and kissed it tenderly.

  "I’m sorry, Eva, for this, and the perfume." He locked eyes with me again. "I have something for you." He dodged back into the walk-in closet and then came out holding the Tiffany blue watch case. My eyes darted to his.

  "How did you get that?"

  "I stopped at your place earlier. Cate gave it to me." He opened the case and took the watch out. "I want you to wear it tonight." His gaze held mine.

  "I don't think I should keep it." I frowned.

  "I want you to. It's a gift. Please?" Carter held my wrist gently, clasped the watch closed, and then brought my hand to his lips and kissed my palm.

  "I feel like a gold-digger." My eyes pleaded with his to understand me.

  "Don't ever call yourself that." His eyes flicked in anger. "I know you're not, and that's all that matters."

  I smiled weakly at him.

  "A beautiful girl deserves beautiful jewelry." He placed a soft kiss on my lips.

  I smiled and tucked my head into his neck and breathed in his scent.

  "Come on, reservation." He gave my bum a quick squeeze and shot me a panty-dropping smile. How did I ever stand a chance of winning a battle against him with a smile like that?

  Eleven

  Thirty minutes later Carter and I stepped onto the sidewalk to head to dinner. I was wearing a form fitting black mini dress with long sleeves and a mesh neckline that Carter had picked out. The man sure liked his dresses short. I stepped into the back of the Bentley first and settled my
self before Carter slid in next to me and raised the privacy glass. His eyes shot to mine with a dangerous glare.

  "Evangeline, where the fuck are your panties?" My eyes widened in surprise that he'd noticed so soon, and then I gave him a sassy smile. The lack of panty lines must have tipped him off.

  "I thought I’d cut right to the chase. Didn't want you ruining the new ones you'd just bought for me." I grinned.

  "Put on some underwear." He tossed the La Perla bag to me. I raised one eyebrow at him.

  "Or what, Mr. Morgan?" I crossed my legs so the dress shifted higher up my thighs. Carter clenched his teeth as his eyes shot to my exposed leg.

  "Underwear, Evangeline," he ground through his teeth, still focused on my exposed thigh.

  "No. I’m good, thanks." I smiled at him sweetly. His eyes shot to mine, surprised at my defiance. He held my glare for a minute before he realized I wouldn't be backing down.

  "You are incorrigible, woman." Carter ran a hand through his hair and then tugged the dress further down my thigh in an attempt to cover me. I smiled in triumph and my girly bits tingled in anticipation at the hell I would put him through tonight knowing I was without my panties.

  Carter and I were seated at a private table at the Meritage overlooking the waterfront. The city lights reflecting off the water twinkled and the ambiance of the dining room was magical. The waiter arrived and Carter ordered for us.

  "We'll have the '95 Chateau Margaux with the Kobe Beef and the Diver Scallops." He ordered without looking at the menu.

  "What if I don't want that?"

  "You’re being rather defiant tonight, Evangeline." He regarded me thoughtfully.

  "You're being rather controlling." I threw back at him. I took a sip of my wine and worried my bottom lip between my teeth as I gazed out at the Boston night.