The way he looked at me made my skin prickle and my stomach clench, and the hard strength of his body next to me on the dance floor almost made my knees give out. I could hardly concentrate enough to keep from tripping us both. Part of me wanted to stay for the party, but Natalia told me there would be many more parties, and after the last couple of weeks, Carter and I needed to celebrate. I wholeheartedly agreed, so barely an hour past the ceremony, Carter towed me through the empty halls of the mansion toward one of the far wings.
He didn't speak, just squeezed my hand in his, and when I cursed the high heels I wore for the third time, Carter fixed me with a dark look. "You're slowing me down."
I arched an eyebrow, heart fluttering at the challenge. "And what are you going to do about it, Chase?"
Without blinking, he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, squeezing my ass. I slid my hand into the pocket of his pants and he jumped, arm tightening over my legs, and started growling. My heart thundered in anticipation as he shoved a door open, and then we were in his living room, then his bedroom suite, then he tossed me on the mattress and stared at me with such hunger, I knew immediately the dress was toast. Probably my bra, too.
Carter's eyes reflected pure gold at me as he shed his jacket and tossed it in the corner. But instead of springing on me and ripping away the dress, he eased into the wide chair in the corner. "Stand up."
I did, breath coming faster. I'd missed the command in his voice but the gentleness with which he treated me in public. I craved him. He got me addicted to him and I couldn't live without him. Carter watched me with narrowed eyes, feigning calm though I could hear his heart racing. "Take down your hair."
I eased a step closer, wobbling a bit in the heels, but reached into my hair and started pulling bobby pins out by the handful. Even with the hairspray and a few extra pins, it came loose in a long dark cascade down my back, and he made a hungry noise. I smiled, about to jump in his lap, but Carter held up his hand. "Wait. Stay where you are."
I wanted to touch him. I needed him to touch me. "Carter…"
"Strip for me." He leaned back in the chair until the darkness almost hid his expression. "The dress. Take it off. Slowly."
Lust surged and I almost couldn't breathe. My body felt full and over-heated and desperate, aching for him. But if he wanted a strip tease, I would give him a strip tease. The faster I turned him on, the faster I could pull him on top of me, pull him into me. Feel his hard length pressing into me, splitting me open. I moaned at the thought, and my fingers trembled as they brushed over my stomach. I'd never hated clothing so much in my life.
"Slowly," he repeated, voice mostly growl.
"Whatever you say, baby," I murmured, and turned slowly so he could see my back. He was an ass man, definitely. I fussed with the zipper on the side of the dress, looking at him over my shoulder to gauge his reaction, and let the dress slip from my shoulders. It slid a hairsbreadth at a time down my sides, revealing pale skin with excruciating slowness.
Carter made a hungry noise and shifted his hips in the chair, the evidence of his arousal obvious. I bit my lip to keep from smiling as I dropped the dress the rest of the way and let it pool on the floor at my feet. Then it was only silk thigh highs, a lacy thong, and a low-back bustier.
I bent slowly forward to pull at the heels, and again he snarled loud enough to make me jump. Carter growled. "Leave the shoes on. Face me."
I did. Desire flooded my core at the sight of him, on the verge of a shift just from lusting after me. He wanted me so badly he almost lost all control. I tried to look innocent, widening my eyes and biting my thumb.
His teeth flashed white in the dim room. "Take off the thong. Now."
I hooked my fingers under the scraps of fabric at my hips, and eased it down until it fell around my ankles. And I stood there, reveling in his attention, as Carter's hungry gaze raked across every inch of me. His fingers bit into the arms of the chair, and he lifted his hips in a slow thrust against the air that almost made me climax.
His chest rose and fell in deep breaths, coming faster and faster, then he managed to say, "Come here. Take off my pants."
"Whatever you want," I said, and his fingers tore through the buttery leather of the chair. I took the three stalking steps to the chair before I knelt and pressed myself between his knees. My hands shook as I undid his belt, then the fly, then I struggled to maneuver the zipper around his hardened cock. He helped, lifting his hips again, and I managed to slide his pants off entirely.
Carter, breathing hard, tangled one hand in my hair as he drew me in for a kiss – demanding , bruising. When he pulled back I nearly fell at his feet, seeing stars. But he released me and said, "The boxers. Off."
My nails raised goose bumps on his flesh as I ran my fingers up his chest and then back down to the waist of his boxers where the head of his cock peeked out. At some point he'd pulled off his shirt, but as I stripped the rest of his clothes away, I didn't care. I couldn't take the wait and touched his silky flesh, encircled him with my hand and slowly stroked the length of his erection. Carter groaned and his fingers worked into my hair. "I didn't tell you to do that."
"You didn't tell me not to," I murmured, and leaned forward to kiss the tip. I licked around the head and then up the whole length, squeezing the hardened flesh as I did so. I moaned as I took more of him in my mouth, and Carter cursed, hand tightening against my scalp.
Before I could do much else, he pulled me away and set me back on my heels. He breathed hard, eyes wild, and just as I thought he would throw me on the bed and teach me a lesson, he pointed at the chair. "Kneel here."
I straddled his thighs, trying to grind on him to satisfy my own aching need, but Carter held my waist to keep me from impaling myself. I wanted him so badly I held his shoulders and arched my back, hoping to distract him with breasts, but he held me tighter. He grabbed the bustier and tore it to pieces, casting it aside, and squeezed my ass. Carter pulled me close, until his cock was trapped between our stomachs and he could lick and suck on my breasts.
Fire consumed me as his mouth traced a heated path between my breasts and one hand slid under my thigh to tease my center. I jumped, desperate for more contact, but he held me steady and teased. His voice grew rough. "Don't move."
I growled my frustration and he chuckled, a warm rumbly sound. He stroked through the wetness gathering between my legs, letting me feel a hint of what was to come, as his cock slid between us. My head fell back as his teeth grazed my nipple, and it took every ounce of control I had not to tear free, grab his cock, and fuck him. Hard.
He kept teasing, letting the hard line of his cock ride against my slit until I moaned and writhed. Pleasure burned higher and higher with the slow tickle of his fingers and the soft stroke of his tongue, until I hovered on the edge. I just needed a little more. Of anything. Of him.
"Please, Carter," I said, hands tangled in his hair. "Oh my God, please."
"Please what?" His grip tightened on my waist, hard enough to bruise.
A thousand replies flew through my head as I struggled to move against him, and none of them were sufficient. Until..."Please, love me," escaped, and I meant it.
He made a savage sound and lifted me, positioned himself, and plunged in with one smooth motion. I shattered. The world grew dark around the edges as every muscle in my body convulsed, and my core gripped him, held him tighter. Carter growled and purred at the same time, thrusting up at me even as his hold on my waist pushed me down. His hard length dragged from me, sparking tremors through my entire channel, and I cried out.
His thrusts grew jerky, uncontrolled, and his arms tightened around me until his face pressed between my breasts and I could lock an arm around his neck. I rode him through my climax, then another, and into his, until we both shook and panted and lay boneless in each other's arms. I rested my forehead against his as Carter leaned back in the chair, taking me with him, and his fingers traced my spine in a lazy journey.
Carter rested his head on the back of the chair with his eyes closed. "I will always love you."
I smiled against his cheek. Being in his lap, in his arms, was warm and safe. Exactly where I wanted to be. Protected when I needed, and supported always.
His hand drifted south so he could squeeze my ass and then smack my hip, though he didn't open his eyes. "Even when you're very bad and don't follow directions."
I wiggled in his lap and sighed with pleasure as his body stirred, lengthened inside me, and a wave of ecstasy rolled through me. I rolled my hips and tried to drag his mouth back to my breasts. "I wanted you to cut to the chase."
Carter groaned as his arms tightened around me, holding me in place as he thrust half a dozen times, then he withdrew, picked me up, and tossed me onto the mattress. He stood over me and I shivered with excitement. His voice grew deeper as he caught my ankle and dragged me to the edge of the bed. "What should your punishment be?"
My heart raced as I watched him, not sure if I was ready for the consequences of what I wanted to say. But I threw caution to the wind and let my arms fall onto the sheets above my head, laying fully exposed and open to him. "Surprise me."
He laughed, a deep and dark sound, and his hand slid up my leg to caress my thigh. "Are you sure?"
"No," I said, and closed my eyes. "But I trust you."
"Good girl," he murmured, and then he spent the rest of the night surprising the hell out of me.