The hotel was his fucking ground, probably with the stewardess of the week. I didn’t want to hear anymore.
“Why did you bring me here then?”
“I wanted to show you the authentic side of Rio. I feel responsible for you being here. The least I could do is be a good tour guide.”
“How long are you here before you have to fly again?”
“Two days.”
My stomach sank. That wasn’t very long at all.
“Then where are you off to?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t checked the itinerary.”
“Two days here…” I repeated.
“Yeah. So, let’s make the most of it.”
Carter began to unbutton his crisp white captain’s shirt. He hung it up in the small closet. His bare chest was just as perfectly contoured as I’d imagined it. I got the sudden urge to lick a line straight down from his chest to his navel and down the thin happy trail of hair leading into his black dress pants. He was bigger than most of the guys I’d dated. I could only imagine how the weight of his body might feel pressed down over my petite frame. I wanted to feel the weight of him on me, and that was not where my head should have been. I’d almost forgotten that the purpose of this trip was to try to straighten out my life, not complicate it further by falling for someone I couldn’t be with. It wasn’t going to be possible to be with any man in the near future if I went ahead with my plans.
Carter lifted a brow, a silent acknowledgement that he took notice of my ogling him. I suddenly looked away, although he’d already caught me in the act.
“Let’s get you out of those clothes,” he said.
“Excuse me?”
“I’ll be right back.”
What?
He retreated to the bathroom and closed the door. I could hear him peeing. Then, the bathwater ran for the longest time. Sitting on the bed with my back still soaked in monkey piss, I wondered what was taking him so long.
The door creaked open. Carter exited, still shirtless and now barefoot, wearing nothing but his black trousers. He’d left them unbuttoned at the top.
So incredibly hot.
I cleared my throat. “Did you take a bath?”
“No, I was preparing yours. Whatever’s bothering you is written all over your face. You’re very tense. That’s been the case from the moment I met you. You need that bath more than I do right now.” He slowly approached and put his hand on my shoulder. “Let’s just forget about our troubles for a couple of days. Stop overthinking this room situation. You have my word that I’ll keep my hands to myself. I won’t try anything if that’s what you’re worried about—unless you ask for it. Until then, no monkey business. Well, not figuratively at least. There will be an actual monkey from time to time.”
I broke out into laughter. It felt good. How did this situation become my life?
“What do you say? Will you just chill with me, Kendall?”
God, I really did want to just relax and enjoy these two days.
For the first time, I glanced over at the bathtub and really took notice of what he’d done. The foamy bubbles had risen to the top. Carter had lit two small candles and placed them at the windowsill above the tub. He might have been a womanizer— stewardess fucker—but he was damn smooth…and sweet.
Without saying anything further, he collapsed stomach first onto the bed. My eyes were glued to his ass as he grinded into the mattress, practically making love to it. “Fuck, this bed feels good,” he muttered. Carter let out a groan that sounded almost orgasmic. Spreading his arms out wide in the shape of a T, his back was rising and falling as he relaxed into the pillow.
I took a moment to admire that sculpted back, realizing how much I wanted to lie on top of it like a carnival ride as it moved up and down.
When I’d assumed he was safely dozing off, I faced toward the wall and lifted my dirty shirt over my head, tossing it onto the ground. I tiptoed into the bathroom and undressed.
Immersing myself into the warm water, I closed my eyes and breathed in the steam. I felt like I’d been transported into another world. I suppose that had happened—a strange place with a strange man. And a monkey. Even though I couldn’t explain it, somehow being here at this point in time felt exactly right.
I’d left the door open somewhat because I assumed Carter was asleep. So when I heard his sleepy voice, it sent a shiver down my spine.
“I’m glad you chose Rio, Perky.”
I’M PRETTY SURE MY DICK woke me up as if to say, “Dude, look what you’re missing.”
The shades were down, the room was dark, and I was hard as fuck.
What time was it?
The clock showed four-thirty in the afternoon. I’d been napping for two hours. As I looked to my left, the reason for my painful arousal became abundantly clear. My brain may have been sleeping, but my body was fully aware of the fact that Kendall’s tight ass was planted against my side as she curled into the bed.