Whiskey and Lace(2)

I felt the warmth rise to my cheeks in embarrassment.

He held my hips tightly as he kissed me deeply. I wrapped my fingers in his hair and tugged as a groan escaped his throat.

"Breakfast," I whispered breathless.

"Fuck breakfast." Carter took my face in his hands and pressed his lips harder to mine. He lifted me off the counter and turned me around to face the island.

"Lean over, and grab the other side."

I obeyed and rubbed my thighs together in anticipation.

"Ready as ever, Miss Austin." Carter slid his hands up my thighs and lifted the shirt to expose my bare bottom. "So sexy." He smoothed his hand over my ass and then smacked it roughly. I jumped in surprise and squeaked.

"You're so sweet, Evangeline." He rubbed the place he had just smacked and then dipped his fingers lower to slide down my center. He pressed two fingers into me and worked back and forth.

"I can't get enough of you." He pulled his fingers out of my body and leaned over my back. He lightly traced his fingers, wet with my arousal, along my bottom lip and I opened my mouth and sucked them in. The taste of me on his skin caused a new wave of arousal to pass through me and I pressed myself into his hips. Sex before Carter had been good, but sex with Carter was mind-blowing.

"Oh, Evangeline." Carter ground his hips into my bottom before he pulled away. I heard the zipper of his jeans slide down and then he grabbed my hips tightly with both hands and slammed into me. The instant sense of fullness was overwhelming and I groaned in pleasure.

"Do you like it when I'm rough with you, Evangeline?" Carter kneaded the flesh of my backside with his hand.

"Yes," the word hissed between my teeth.

"Only I belong here." He pumped harder. "Only me. Say it, Evangeline."

"Yes, only you."

Carter pinched my sensitive bud and slammed quicker into me in response to my words. I fell over the cliff and my legs were immediately weak with pleasure. Carter held my hips and pumped once more before he reached his own climax and slowed his pace. He rubbed my backside and then slowly pulled out of me. He turned me around in his arms and held me tight to his chest, supporting my body with his own. I laid my head on his shoulder and sighed deep. My veins buzzed with pleasure as Carter held me and stroked my hair with his palm.





We finished making the omelets together and ate peacefully at the island.

"So who is Madeleine?" I attempted nonchalance.

"A friend. A business associate. Why?" He scooped another bite into his mouth.

"No reason."

Carter quirked an eyebrow at me.

"She approached me last night, outside. She seemed… possessive."

"She's just looking out for me. She's harmless." He took a sip of his coffee. "Do you want to go out today? Or we could stay in." He skimmed his hand along my torso suggestively. I giggled as he stood between my legs and held his arms around me.

"I would like to take a shower before I do anything else." I pulled away.

"But I like my scent on you." He ducked his head and sucked my bottom lip into his mouth. His attention seared a pathway of heat straight to my core. He pulled away gently, running a thumb across my cheek. "You can use the shower in my bedroom. I already took one this morning, otherwise I would join you." He grinned. I hopped off of the bar stool and Carter swatted me on the behind on the way out of the kitchen.





I stepped out of Carter's glass-walled shower and wrapped myself in a towel. I admired the large bathroom tiled in cream and beige. The aesthetic was somehow old world, which contrasted with the stark, modern design of the rest of the house. I stepped up to the vanity that ran the length of one wall and studied myself in the mirror. Green eyes shined back at me and my long, dark hair fell wet down my back. My lips were swollen with Carter's kisses and my skin was still flushed from our tryst in the kitchen.

I shuffled through drawers until I found a brush to run through my hair. I stepped out of Carter's bathroom still wrapped in a towel and found a pair of jeans and a green sweater laying across the bed in my size with the tags still on. Next to that lay a white lace bra and panty set, also in my size. I was relieved that I now had clothes to wear, but it was a little disconcerting that he knew my size perfectly.

I dressed quickly and made my way down to the main floor. Carter sat on the leather couch in the living room. The sight of him in jeans and a t-shirt reclined on the couch took my breath away. It was so intimate somehow, to see a man who spent his days dressed in suits relaxing before me in casual wear.

I smiled and curled up on the opposite end of the couch from him.

"Feel better?" Carter set down papers he had been looking at. I nodded back at him with a smile. "I sent Parker for some clothes. I hope they're the right size?"