"I’ve wanted you all night, Evangeline. I couldn't keep my eyes off of you, and when you were dancing with that guy," his other hand moved from my waist down to my bottom and squeezed. I nodded, my breath coming out in heavy pants.
"Me too. I’ve wanted you too," I pulled his head to me and pressed my lips to his. His tongue danced with mine and I tasted his slightly minty taste. He broke our kiss and his teeth found my earlobe as he nibbled and then groaned when my hips thrust into his thighs, seeking friction. He hitched my leg up around his hip and slid his hand higher up my thigh, so close to where my body was aching for him.
"You smell so good, Evangeline," he said in a throaty whisper. "I can't help but wonder how you taste." Carter's hand slid higher and his fingertips found the edge of my panties. My breaths were ragged and my heart was pounding in my ears. I was lost to my desire for him. He could take me right here in an alleyway off of Tremont Street if he wanted to. He could do anything, I was at his mercy. Thankfully, we were just outside the glow of the streetlamp, but people were moving up and down the sidewalk just a few yards away. I groaned as Carter continued to flirt with the edge of my panties. Then he dropped to his knees and ran his hand slowly up my leg, from ankle to knee, and then slowly up my thigh, lifting my dress as he went. He hitched my leg over his shoulder and ran his nose slowly from my knee, higher and higher, until he reached the apex of my thighs. He ghosted his nose over the black lace of my panties and inhaled deeply.
"So sweet, Evangeline," he slipped his finger just inside my panties. "And so ready." My hips bucked at his unexpected contact.
"But not here, Evangeline. I won't take you on the sidewalk." A small whimper escaped my throat as he stood up and pulled my dress down over my thighs. My blood was humming through my veins as I tried to recover from his full assault on my body. I ran my hand through my hair. Carter pulled out his cell phone and instructed someone to pick us up. A minute later a black Bentley pulled up to the curb. Carter opened the back door and placed his hand on my back to help me in. I slid across the seat and straightened my dress. Carter sat down next to me and barked my address to the driver before pushing a button to raise the privacy glass.
"How do you know where I live?" My eyes shot to his.
"Research, Evangeline," one corner of his mouth lifted in a smile. More research. He was thorough, if not a bit on the stalker side. My head was still swirling with a combination of alcohol and the beautiful man sitting next to me who'd just had his head between my thighs. I crossed my legs to relieve some of the tension he had created. Carter noticed my movement and he smirked knowingly.
"Problem, Evangeline?"
"No," I lifted my head high. I would not fall at the mercy of Carter Morgan again. He was playing me, and I wasn't willing to be played. His hand reached across the seat to land on mine gently. I glanced at him and a mischievous gleam flashed across his eyes. We weren’t doing this anymore. He wasn't going to continue to leave me in a whirlwind of emotion. I jerked my hand away and twisted my fingers together in my lap. The lights of the city blurred by out the windows and groups of people were laughing and walking out of clubs. This man drove me insane; he was both infuriating and alluring all in the same breath. The car pulled up to the curb outside of my building. I hesitated for a moment thinking about what to say.
"Until we meet again, Evangeline." Those words again, he'd said them to me that morning at the coffee shop. I turned to him for a moment, my eyes traveling from the fabric of his suit hugging his thighs up to the scruff on his jaw and then into the icy gaze that was regarding me thoughtfully. I blinked once, as if to erase the image of Carter Morgan from my mind and then turned, opened the door, and stepped out into the night.
Four
"Coffee..." Cate stretched her arms above her head the next morning.
"Ready and waiting," I glanced at the coffee maker.
"And how was your night, Evangeline?" Cate's eyes gleamed with excitement. I glared at her for mocking Carter's use of my full name. She arched an eyebrow at me.
"We walked a few blocks, exchanged some words, then he took me home."
"That's all?" Cate scrunched her nose in disappointment.
"There may have also been a kiss… or two," I took another sip of my french roast.
"Eva!" Cate shrieked.
"Cate, my ears!"
"Tell me! Was it amazing? He has lips made for kissing," a dreamy look clouded her eyes.
"It was mind blowing," I sighed.
"I knew it! Did you sleep with him?" Cate leaned closer, eyes wide.