Whiskey and Lace(7)

"Please, Carter," I moaned. He palmed my mound from the outside of my panties, giving me the friction my body craved.

"Tell me what you want." His fingers ghosted over the fabric.

"You, I want you. Fuck me, Carter." I writhed in his palm.

"With pleasure." Carter grabbed the edge of my panties and tore them off of me. He flipped me over on the bed with my bottom in the air.

"So sexy." He smoothed his hand over the curves of my body and then dipped his fingers into my center. "And always so ready for me."

I heard the zipper of his jeans come down. I pushed my bottom further into him to urge him on and felt him against my cheeks. His hand came down in one quick smack and he slammed into me at the same time. The instant fullness was overwhelming and a groan escaped my throat. Carter twisted his hand in my hair and pulled hard so my back was arched for him. He pumped fast and furious, as if he couldn't get enough of me.

"So fucking hot, Evangeline. Your body looks beautiful when I take you like this."

My hands twisted in the bed sheets as I struggled to maintain control. My insides pulsed at his words. I knew I would come soon, I couldn't even think of stopping it. My walls began to quicken in anticipation.

"Not yet, Evangeline." Carter pulled out of me just as quickly as he'd entered. He flipped me over and held both of my ankles above his shoulders. I bit down on my bottom lip; my body was so overworked right now I was straining to not fall over the cliff from the slightest brush of his skin.

"Open your eyes, I want to see you when you come." Carter slammed into me again.

"God, you feel so good." My hands clenched the top of his thighs as he pounded into me. A few errant locks of hair fell over his forehead and his skin glistened with a fine sheen of sweat. He looked undeniably beautiful and was all raw, primal male. One hand came down to press on my mound and he worked my sensitive center in circles with his thumb. He pressed and pinched and lightened his touch, only to repeat the process again.

"I fucking love being inside you, Evangeline." Carter slammed and pinched and I fell over the edge, unable to hold my orgasm anymore. I felt Carter lose himself inside me and my body shuddered in pleasure as his thrusting slowed before he finally draped his long, lean form over me. I could feel our hearts pounding together furiously as we struggled to control our breathing.

Carter skimmed my earlobe with his teeth and then pressed his lips to the skin of my neck.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered in my ear. I could only smile in response, my body still weak. He ran his fingers through my tangled hair and nuzzled into my ear, taking a long, deep breath. "You smell beautiful," he whispered. I sighed contentedly and then rolled and wrapped my arms around his body. I opened my eyes slowly a few beats later to find him staring at me thoughtfully. A slow grin spread across my face.

"What?" He smiled.

"You." I whispered.

"What about me?" He traced the shell of my ear lightly with his thumb.

"You're all lovey post-orgasm."

His eyebrows shot up in surprise. "I suppose so." He kissed me softly on the lips. "Will you come with me to a dinner tomorrow? I'm meeting with a client and his wife, it's business, disguised as dinner." He traced my lips with his thumb.

"You're asking me?" My eyebrows arched in surprise.

"Of course." He pulled away.

"Usually I'm told where I'll be, at what time, and what I'll be wearing." I smiled at him.

"I can do that too, if you like." He smirked.

My fingertips traced along the lines of his collarbone and shoulder. "I can't go. I promised Cate and Sawyer I would go to the Japanese steakhouse that just opened around the corner. They've been bugging me for a week, but I've been consumed with someone else." I smirked back at him.

"You're going with Sawyer?" His body stiffened instantly.

"Yeah, why?" My eyes shot to his.

"He's sure around a lot." Carter grumbled.

"He's Cate's brother." I shrugged.

"He wants to get in your pants, Evangeline." Carter's eyes bore into mine.

"No, he doesn't." I rolled me eyes.

"He does." Carter's fingers tightened into my bare hip. "I don't share, Evangeline." His eyes flashed possessively.

"Don't be such a caveman." I pushed him away with some force to let him know I was serious. "Sawyer and I are so old news. He's moved on, and even if he hasn't, I'm interested in someone else." I smiled and traced my thumb along the curve of his mouth. Carter's hand grabbed my wrist and held it tightly.

"What do you mean he's moved on? You dated him?"