Precious Lace(11)

"Eat, Evangeline."

"I’m not hungry," I sighed and sipped my wine. My earlier revelation was swirling around in my brain. Should we move in together then? Should I wear his ring on my left hand? Should I abandon all of the fears I had and give Carter everything? I was terrified of the pain I'd feel if he walked away.

"Eat, and then I’m going to take you home, our home, and we're going to talk this all out."

I narrowed my eyes at him as I slid my thigh away to try and loosen his grasp on it. I needed to go home and process everything that had happened tonight. Or maybe it was a good idea to talk it through with Carter, although I knew what his opinion would be on the matter. I was more confused than ever.

He squeezed my thigh tighter and slid his hand further up. He was testing the boundary; he was trying to show me I was his in any situation. And I wouldn't have let him have his way if he hadn't already made it to edge of my panties. His fingers rubbed across the fabric covering the sensitive flesh and my breathing hitched.

"Are you insane?" I glared at him.

"Only with you," he gritted and lifted another bite to his mouth. His full lips closed around the utensil and my breathing hitched as I imagined his mouth going down on me. Those full lips sucking and his soft tongue swirling. My heart beat frantically in my chest as a wave of arousal flooded between my thighs. His thumb and finger continued to press and knead the flesh through the lace.

"Tell me you don't like it and I’ll stop."

"I don't like it." I squirmed in my seat and my eyes darted to the tables around us. We were completely hidden from prying eyes. I wasn't sure if I was disappointed or elated.

"Your body says otherwise. You're soaking wet, Evangeline." He slipped his hand under the fabric and ran a finger up the slick flesh. My breathing hitched.

"Fuck you," I moaned softly.

"I plan to do just that to my wife, repeatedly, tonight." He slid one finger inside me and began to move back and forth with slow, deliberate strokes. My heart sped up and my breathing came out in quick pants. My fingernails dug into the fabric of his dress pants and the hard muscle of his thigh.

"Carter," I moaned softly and faced him so my hair curtained around my face and hid my expression.

"Is everything to your liking, sir?" the server was suddenly asking politely.

"Everything is delicious. Thank you." Carter continued to thrust his finger in and out of me as he spoke to the server. I bit my lip to keep composure and prayed the man would leave.

"Can you be quiet while I make you come at the table, Evangeline?"

"Oh God," I moaned as his thumb massaged my clit with aching precision and my orgasm flooded through my body with all of my nerve endings exploding in pleasure. My head lay on Carter's shoulder for a few silent moments as my breathing calmed and my brain came down from the high.

"I hate you," I whispered when I finally lifted my head.

"But no one can make you come like I can." He slid his hand out from underneath my skirt and lifted his fingers to his lips, swirling them in his mouth. No one around would know the difference but his eyes sparkled and I could see the wetness from my arousal glistening on his lips. My nerve endings tingled again.

"You know what I think, Evangeline?"

I only continued to glare at him.

He shook his head and chuckled. "I think you're not sure if you love to hate me, or hate to love me. Maybe it's both," he shrugged with a smirk. I smiled right back at him and palmed his rock hard erection beneath the table. His eyes widened in surprise.

"Everything okay, Mr. Morgan?" I continued to rub up and down his length firmly, pressing my palm flat against him. I could see his breathing speed up and his eyes darken with arousal.

"Come." He hauled me out of the booth by the hand.

"I just did." I gave him a wry grin.

He dragged me through the restaurant with strong and confident steps. We headed down a dimmed hallway, passed the doors labeled as the restrooms before Carter opened a door and we ducked into a small closet.

"What are you doing?" I whispered frantically.

"I’m going to fuck some sense into my wife." He flicked a low light on in the closet and then his hand went up under my skirt and tore the dainty lace of my panties. I heard the zipper of his pants come down roughly and then I was heaved up into his arms.

"There's a bar above your head. Hold tight and don't let go," he growled. I did as I was told and as soon as I had a good grip Carter thrust into me with both hands holding my thighs in his tight grip. I clenched my teeth together at the overwhelming sensation.

Carter drove into my body relentlessly as I held on to the bar above my head. I was stretched taut before him and had an odd sense of weightlessness as my body was alternately suspended by my hands and then supported by his body ramming into me.