Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
But I was glad he did, because he made me feel all kinds of intense things in my body I didn’t even think were physically possible.
I’d never been wetter in my life, and this man hadn’t even touched me, hadn’t even said anything filthy to me.
All I had to do was stand beside him, and I was dripping, my body so primed it was a little embarrassing.
He reached up and wrapped his finger around one curl that came loose from my updo.
“I’ve never felt….” His focus was on that strand of hair he was gently stroking between his forefinger and thumb. His brows pulled low, as if his words confused him. “I want….” And then he shook his head and let the curl fall from his light grasp before looking into my eyes.
A part of me knew he was about to shut this down. Whatever this was. And I didn’t want that to happen.
I’d never been so brazen about my sexuality in my entire life. I’d never had a one-night stand. But what I knew with absolute clarity was I wanted to be with this man in every filthy way possible.
I wanted to be stripped bare and laid out before him, to have Carter part my thighs before he thrust hard inside of me. I wanted him to love every inch of me. I wanted it rough and raw. And I knew he was the man to give that to me.
God, I could see myself covered in sweat from the hard fucking he’d give me. And after it was all said and done, I wanted to be sore the next day. Plus, looking into his face, seeing the way he watched me… I knew he wanted that too.
So if this was the only time in my life I’d get that, if I had to make that first move, then so be it.
“What were you going to say?” I whispered, everything else falling into the distance as we held each other’s gaze.
He was silent for a long moment, so long I didn’t think he’d actually respond. But then he took a step closer, crowding me, forcing me back against the railing. He gripped the edge on either side of me, caging me in with his massive body, and leaned in close so his mouth was by my ear.
“I want you to come back to my room.” His voice was husky and laced with all the sexual need he had for me. “I want to strip you bare and worship every single gorgeous inch of you.”
His warm breath tickled the shell of my ear, my toes curling at how good that felt, and he held still for just a moment before pulling back. Carter kept his face so close to mine I could smell the whisky on his breath.
There was no denying or pretending I didn’t want this. And I knew this would be a one-night stand I never envisioned myself having.
But screw it. I knew someone didn’t feel this kind of chemistry every day, and I wanted to latch on to it and drown myself in the sensations.
So I rose on my toes, barely pressed my lips against his, and whispered, “Then take me back to your room.”
Chapter
Three
MINA
I waited off to the side, nursing a couple more glasses of sparkling water. Carter had wandered off for about twenty minutes, which let me really think over if this was what I was going to do.
And in my head, the answer was a resounding yes.
I wanted this more than anything. Would I regret it in the morning? Possibly, but I honestly didn’t think that would be the case.
I’d never been more sure of following through with anything in my life.
I’ve never been more turned on in my life.
I wanted to embrace this.
If what he said was true and he had his own business that required him to travel, we’d never cross paths again.
It seemed like the perfect situation for me to get this wild I-want-him-to-fuck-me-ragged bug out of my system.
I sent Cambry a text letting her know what I was doing—although I didn’t expect her to respond, seeing as she was probably in a hotel room getting it on.
Like I would be shortly.
The thought had my heart beating a little harder in my chest. I was staring into my glass of sparkling water and watching the bubbles float to the top before they popped, when I felt his presence right behind me.
It was a strange feeling to sense him, like this heavy, warm cloak draped over my shoulders. My nipples were unbearably hard, tingling even.
And my thong was annihilated, so saturated that the damp material was irritating my pussy.
I didn’t turn around, and he said nothing, but when I looked in the mirror behind the bar, our gazes locked.
He held my stare with his and trailed his finger along the back of my neck and down the length of my spine. I’d never been more thankful that my dress was so low cut in the back.