Anna was still smiling as she carried the armful of dresses into the house, Carter trailing behind, setting the alarms and locks.
“You’re not serious about going shopping tomorrow, are you?” He asked, striding up stairs behind her and standing at the closet, hands deep in his pockets.
“You worried about me speeding around the city with Catherine?”
“Concerned…yes…”
“Carter, if I wanted to speed around in a sports car, I’d just borrow yours,” she said with a sweet smile over her shoulder.
“I…” he stopped and pulled his hands free, pale lashes narrowed behind the lenses as the light bulb went off inside his head. “You two are wicked.”
“Absolutely.” But she backed up a little as he came forward, those amazing green eyes filled with what promised to be delicious retribution.
Anna laughed as they wrestled with each other’s clothing, dropping pieces until they were naked and backing toward the large bed. Long, deep kisses had them both sinking into the passion that began with a dance in the kitchen. He grabbed a foil packet before they tumbled into bed, his hard body landing on top of hers. Swiftly parting her legs, he rubbed the head of his erection at her entrance. She was already wet for him and he moved teasingly against her, running the swollen tip over her slit until she was squirming.
She whimpered helplessly, the sound urging him to bury himself deep inside her.
He lowered his head to nibble at the corner of her mouth, heard the intake of her breath. Each time he moved, each time he filled her, everything felt right. Like the first time, she felt the warmth coil from deep within and she cried out, wanting release even as his name was pulled from his lips. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in deeper and giving herself over to the delicious sensations filling her body and inviting his along for the ride.
Carter returned to the bed to find her lying on her side, propped on her elbow and watching him, waiting. She slept naked, he slept in sleep pants made out of soft cotton. He left his glasses on, lying on his side as she was, waiting, one hand up and marveling at the soft curls ticking over his palm.
“I’m not sure I’m going to make this sound right,” Anna began after a quiet minute just enjoying being with him. “These things…tomorrow and Sunday…are you going to be alright, Carter?”
He wasn’t sure there was much else she could have said that would have confused his brain at the moment.
“Me? I’m worried about you going to see both of them,” he said bluntly.
She shrugged. “They’re my relatives. I have to deal with them. I worry about you…”
“My adorable sweet Anna…if you ask me not to punch anyone out, I’ll stick with that promise,” he winked at the crookedly stern expression she was trying for. “Do you know why Catherine wants to talk to them?”
“The Austin’s?” Anna tried to look away, scowling when his hand moved to firmly turn her chin and force their eyes to one stream. “I suspected…I saw the pictures on her board. The man who was killed…I’d drawn all their portraits when I was little,” she laid her head down, snuggling against him with a sigh. “All of them involved in drugs somehow…and now they’re slowly being…erased…”
“I won’t leave you alone at either event, Anna…” Carter brushed her head with his lips. Or anywhere else, he promised as they drifted off to sleep.