Before too long, the sound I’m expecting rings out around the suite. I should have gone somewhere else, but I had no idea where, and when I knocked on Biff and Zach’s door, there was no answer. My only option really was to come back here.
I expect him to be pissed and to ignore me. What I’m not anticipating is for him to come barrelling into my room with his chest heaving and his green eyes alight with anger.
“Where’d you go?”
“I left,” I sass, unable to keep the sarcasm from my tone.
“No fucking shit.”
He storms towards me, his nostrils flaring and his fist clenched tightly. To some it might be intimidating, but that’s far from how I’m feeling right now.
Not wanting him to tower over me, I push from the bed. Of course, he still stands well over a foot above me, but I don’t feel as small as I would if I were sitting.
“What are you going to—” My words are cut off the second his lips slam down on mine. His fingers thread into my hair and grip almost painfully as he tilts my head to the side so he can deepen the kiss. I should resist. I should pull back. But when his tongue teases along my bottom lip, I’m powerless.
Dropping one of his hands, he brushes the side of my breast with his knuckles before flicking his thumb over my nipple and making me gasp, but it’s not just from pleasure, because a memory slams into me of him licking and sucking at my breasts last night.
My body heats as I picture his lips on my naked skin, and my body reacts as if he’s doing it right now. My core clenches and floods with heat as I picture him kissing down my stomach until he’s found my centre.
“Oh god,” rips from my lips as he trails his down my neck, pulling my jumper down so he can kiss across my collarbone. “Carter, please.”
“I thought you were pissed at me,” he says, his own anger dissipated, replaced by amusement.
“I am.”
His fingers grip the hem of my jumper before he pulls it up and over my head.
“Why?” he asks, his eyes taking in my black lace-covered breasts.
“Because you’re a prick.”
He laughs and lifts one finger so he can run it around the swell of my breast. My eyes shutter, desperate to close so I can focus on the sensation. But the second he stops, they open once more.
“That might be true, but I’m going to need more than that. Why did you run?”
“Because I did.” My stubborn streak knows no bounds. He’s going to need to work harder than this to break it.
“Not what I’m looking for, doll.”
His finger drops to the lace trim of my bra. My skin erupts in goose bumps as he teases me closer to where I need his touch. My nipples pebble behind the lace, but the padding isn’t thick enough to hide them from him.
“Give me what I need, and you’ll get what you want.”
“I…” I swallow, my mouth suddenly dry. “I don’t want anything.”
“Hmmm…” He leans forward, just enough that his lips brush the sensitive bit of skin beneath my ear. “I think you’re lying. You want me to take those hard little nipples into my mouth and suck. Just like I did last night. You want me to keep going until you’re soaked for me and begging for more.”
A groan rips from my throat at his words.
“See. You can’t even deny it. Now… why did you run?”
“She…”
“She what?” He pulls the cup of my bra down. Cool air races over my breast, making my nipple pebble almost painfully hard. He blows a stream of air across it, and every muscle in my body locks up.
“S-she was touching you.” I look to the other side of the room, mortified that he’s getting this out of me.
“I see. Anything else?”
He repeats his earlier action until both of my breasts are spilling from my bra, only this time, he lifts his hands and pinches both nipples once before pulling back.
“Carter,” I moan.
“Come on, Danni. Tell me what you’re really thinking, what you’re really feeling, what you really want.”
“You wouldn’t show me, and I…”
“And you?”
“Damn it, Carter,” I snap. “She knew what it was, and I didn’t, and I—” His lips find mine once again, his hands wrapping around my hips, and we’re moving. After a beat, my back hits the softness of the sheets and he crawls over me.
“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” he asks against my lips.
“Fuck you.”
“Oh, doll. I fully intend to.”
His lips take mine once more, cutting off anything I could have to say back to that. His hands brush up from my waist until he palms both my breasts, pinching my nipples and making my back arch for more.
His lips trail across my jaw, down my neck, and, eventually, he gives me what I need. What I crave. His hot lips wrap around one nipple, and he sucks it deep into his mouth. His teeth sink into it gently, giving the pleasure the perfect bite of pain.
“Carter,” I moan, pushing up higher and offering more of myself to him.
“Mmm,” he groans, the vibration shooting straight to my core. My denim-covered legs wrap around his waist, and I attempt to pull him down, anything to get some friction where I need it most. “Feeling a little desperate, doll?”
“I need… ah,” I cry when he bites down on me once more. “I need you to remind me.”
His eyes come up to mine. They’re dark, possibly darker than I’ve ever seen. “Remind you of what?” He lifts a brow in amusement.
“I need to remember last night. Bits keep coming back to me, but I need—yesss,” I hiss when his fingers make quick work of the button on my waistband.
“You need?”
“To experience it. Force it back to me. Please, Carter. Please.”
“You don’t need to ask me twice, doll.”
He sits up and pulls the fabric from my legs before discarding it on the floor. Remaining on his knees, he runs his eyes up the length of my underwear-clad body.
One side of his mouth curls up in delight.
“Like what you see?” I ask, propping myself up on my elbows.
“Like you wouldn’t believe.”
“I might, but you’re still fully clothed.”
“Huh, so I am,” he mutters, looking down at himself. “Maybe you should do something about that.”
“Me?” I ask, pushing myself so I’m sitting before him.
“Yeah. You.” His eyes bore into mine, daring me. Not that I need it.
Reaching out, I lift the fabric of his t-shirt and drag it up his sculpted torso. “Arms,” I demand before pushing up on my knees and pulling it over his head. My breasts brush against his chest, and we both sigh in pleasure.
The second his arms are free, he reaches around my back and unclasps my bra. He pulls the fabric away from my body teasingly slowly, drawing out the frustration that’s already running rampant around my body.
“Much better.”
He drops his hands to my thighs and flips me backwards. I bounce on the mattress and laugh—that is, until I look up and find him dropping both his jeans and boxers. His hard length springs free, and my mouth waters. My teeth sink into my bottom lip as I wonder what he might taste like.
“You forgotten that too?” he asks, stroking his length slowly.
“Did I…”
“Rock my fucking world? Yeah, just a little.”
Achievement blooms in my chest as I look up into his eyes and then back down again. I move to sit, but he places his knee on the edge of the bed and stops me.
“Not right now. I can wait.”
My chin drops to argue, but his fingers wrap around the lace at my hips and all thoughts leave my head.
They’re thrown over his shoulder before he drops to the floor and drags my arse to the edge of the bed.
“This… this is what I need right now.” He wastes no time in parting me and diving straight in.
My head falls back as the sensation of his tongue circling m
y clit engulfs me. I cry out in delight as he circles my entrance with his finger.
“Carter, yes. Yes,” I beg, needing him filling me, stretching me and pushing me over the edge.
Sliding two fingers deep inside me, he bends them and grazes the exact spot I need.
Desire pools in my lower stomach as he licks and fucks me into a frenzy.
My fingers dive into his long hair and I grip on, keeping him in place to ensure he gives me the release I so badly need.
I need him to banish the jealously that erupted within me in that studio. I need him to shatter the frustration that’s pulling my muscles tight.
“Yes, yes,” I chant over and over as my body climbs higher and higher.
“Come for me,” he murmurs against my pussy, and that along with one more graze of his fingers has something shattering inside me.
“Fuuuuuck,” I cry as my muscles clamp down on him and my body convulses violently on the bed.
“I could watch you coming all day long. So fucking sexy.”
Despite the fact that his tongue has only just left my clit and his fingers are still stroking deep inside me, my cheeks heat at his words.
“Oh, doll. Your juices are all over my face. Too late to go all shy on me.”
“Shut up,” I mutter, averting my gaze. But he doesn’t allow it.
Removing himself from me, igniting a round of aftershocks from my core, he climbs up my body. His fingers connect with my cheek and he turns my head so I’ve no choice but to look at him.
“You’re fucking incredible, you know that?”
I shrug, not feeling totally comfortable with this sudden show of emotions. Easy sex I can handle. I can tell myself that it’s just a Vegas thing, and that it’ll be over when we step off of the plane, but having him looking down at me with so much longing and hope in his eyes? That’s something I can’t leave on the aircraft and hope it stays there.
“Can we not?”
“Can we not what? Because I think we already started.”
“Can we not with this.” I gesture between the two of us. “The words, the things we’ll regret once the moment has passed.”
He thinks for a minute. “I won’t regret—”
“Stop.” I press my fingers to his lips. “The whole trip was a disaster from the get-go. What I need is to be able to get back to my normal life once we’re home and not be worrying about feelings or whatever is developing here when they shouldn’t.”
He stares at me, his eyes narrowing in confusion. “You fucking serious right now?”
He sits up and lifts his hands to his hair, pulling harshly.
“Carter,” I sigh. “I just think it’s better that we remember what this is.”
“And what is that, exactly?”
“Well, it started with lies and it turned into a drunken mistake. Not exactly the thing dreams are made of.” It pains me to say it, but I can’t have him looking at me at me like he is. Like this might be something.
He’s up and off the bed faster than I can blink. He turns his back on me and slams his palms down on the wall, making me jump. My eyes drop to his newly-wrapped ink, but I don’t get a chance to focus on it.
“I’ve clearly got you all wrong. I actually thought there might be something here.” The hurt in his voice guts me, but I need to stay strong. It’s not exactly been my speciality since meeting him. It’s time I learnt some self-restraint.
“When did I ever make you think there might be something?” As far as I remember, all I’ve done is tell him that he’s not my type and that I wasn’t interested.
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe when you asked me to marry you.”
“I did not,” I argue, pushing from the bed and putting my hands on my hips, owning the fact that I’m naked.
“How would you know? You don’t remember.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Is it not? You need to stop pretending there’s nothing here.”
“There is nothing,” I cry back, my voice starting to get louder with my frustration and desperation to keep him at arm’s-length.
“Really? So that’s why your wedding ring only made it as far as your necklace. You want me to believe that you don’t feel this, then you’re going to need to try harder.”
With one last perusal of my body, he rips the door open and storms through it.
“Fuck you, Carter. Fuck. You.”
“You had the fucking chance,” he calls back. Running to my still-open door, I slam it shut. The loud bang echoes around my room, and for all of two seconds it makes me feel better.
19
Carter
What the fuck just happened?
I fall down onto the edge of my bed and lower my head. She was putty in my hands. I was seconds from sliding into her hot, tight pussy, and she just freaked the fuck out.
I told her how incredible I thought she was. So what? She is. She’s this sassy, feisty, intelligent, sexy woman who’s kept me on my toes from the first moment I saw her online, yet it seems she’s going to do anything to keep me at arm’s-length even when her body screams for me to take her, to make her mine.
“Fuck’s sake.” I slam my hand down on the mattress, but it doesn’t have the impact I was hoping it would. What I really need is a fucking punching bag to take my frustration out on.
Instead of heading out to find one, I turn to grab my phone.
“Motherfucker,” I bark when I realise I left everything in her room.
I sit there for a few seconds, debating what to do. I don’t really need it. Spike probably doesn’t give a shit about my drama and will tell me to pull my panties up and take what I want, but those are my only pair of jeans and I really need those if I’m going to meet Zach and Biff for dinner in a couple of hours.
“Fucking hell, pain in the arse woman,” I mutter, pushing from the bed and walking back through the empty living area. In a heartbeat, I’m standing in front of her door once again.
This time, I knock. I wait, but there’s no response. My need to make sure she’s okay has me pushing through her door even if she doesn’t want me.
The room beyond is empty and exactly as I left it, with our clothes scattered over the floor. I look to the bed where she was laid out and practically begging for me before I opened my stupid mouth and ruined everything.
The sound of water running fills the room, and I look to the slightly ajar door on the other side. My fingers curl with my desire to walk in and show her exactly what I need and how fucking infuriating she is. My teeth grind as I try to tell myself to do the right thing, to swipe my clothes from the floor and leave as quickly as I entered. Only when my feet move, it’s not in the direction of my bedroom.
Pushing the door open, I spot her immediately behind the glass screen, standing under the rainfall shower. She’s turned away from me, and I get a full two seconds to watch the water stream down her back and over the curve of her arse. My cock swells as I step closer, but my movement must catch her eye.
“Carter, what the fuck are you doing?” Her eyes are wide as she turns and stares at me, but I’ve made a decision now, and nothing is going to stop me.
Taking her wrists in my hands, I lift them above her head as I gently push her back against the wall. She gasps when the cold tiles connect with her heated skin, and I use it as my opportunity. I press my lips to her and plunge my tongue into her mouth. She tries to pull her arms free, but I hold tight.
“Tell me you don’t want me.”
“I…”
“Tell me no, and I’ll walk straight back out and never touch you again.”
Her chest heaves as she stares at me, the water cascading around us while I wait.
“Danni?”
“Yes, yes. Okay? I want you. I fucking want—” My lips find hers once more now I’ve got the answer I need. I take both of her hands in one of mine and drop the other to her breast. Pinching her nipple between my fingers, I delight in her arching from the wall to get more of my touch.
“Yes, yes. Please, Carter.”
Dropping my arm, I hitch her leg up around my waist so my cock can tease her entrance, but high enough to miss my new ink.
“Carter,” she moans, thrusting her hips forward to try to get more of me.
“So impatient,” I mutter against the sensitive skin under her ear. “Were you in here wishing I’d join you?”
She groans as my fingers graze her clit.
“Were you considering giving yourself another release?”
“No. You…”
“Good girl. This is mine now.” She’s about to argue—her entire body tenses with whatever is about to fall from her lips—but I push my fingers farther back and plunge two inside her. All that falls from her lips then is a moan of desire as her walls ripple around me, desperately trying to drag me deeper. Her hips thrust when I don’t move in an attempt to get herself some friction. “Fuuuck, that’s hot.”
I lick, suck and nip at the skin on her neck as she continues to ride my fingers.
“Carter, please,” she begs, making my cock impossibly hard for her.
“Please what, doll?”
“Fuck me, please.”
“As you wish.” I pull my fingers from her heat and release her other arm. She squeals as I lift her and wraps her arms around my neck. “I won’t drop you.” She eyes me curiously but releases her hold slightly.
With my hips pinning her against the wall, I drop one hand and guide myself to her entrance.
“Oh god,” she cries as I slowly push inside her. “Oh god, oh god.”
“Careful, doll. I’m going to start getting jealous soon if you keep calling someone else’s name.”
She laughs, and it does delicious things around my cock. “Christ, Dan,” I groan, dropping my lips to hers.
My tongue plunges into her mouth as my cock slides deeper inside her. The sensation of her combined with the torrent of water running down my back is fucking mind-blowing.
I lift her higher and slide her back down the tiles until she’s forced to rip her lips from mine when she cries out in pleasure.
Sucking the soft skin of her neck into my mouth, I trail kisses across any part of her body I can reach as I continue to piston in and out of her.
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