Whiskey and Lace (Lace Series) (7 page)

"No, you said you didn't want Parker." Carter licked his lips as his eyes drifted down to the top of my wrap dress where my cleavage was on display. I put my hands on my hips. I didn't know what to do with this man. If he wasn't driving me insane with anger, he was driving me wild with lust. And then I realized maybe he drove me wild with lust because he drove me insane with anger. I took a deep breath at that royally screwed-up thought and lowered my arms in defeat. 

"How did you know where I was? Research?" I rolled my eyes at him. 

"I never reveal my sources." He grinned a devilish grin. "Come on, back to my place to get ready." Carter danced his finger along the v-neck of my dress suggestively. I rolled my eyes as Carter grabbed my hand and led me to the Bentley idling at the curb. 

"Hi, Parker." I slid into the back seat.

"Nice to see you, Ms. Austin." Parker gave me a genuine smile in the mirror. Carter's eyes narrowed in a flash of anger as he met Parker's eyes in the rearview mirror and raised the privacy glass simultaneously. 

"Jealous, Mr. Morgan?" My eyes danced in amusement. 

"Not for a minute." Carter's jaw clenched as he gripped my upper thigh possessively.

Carter escorted me to the fashion event later that night and was on his best behavior. He smiled and made conversation when necessary, was gracious when he was recognized, but otherwise let me take the lead. He kept his arm wrapped around my waist all night and caressed my back and whispered in my ear periodically. He'd been the perfect gentleman, which had done nothing but ratchet up my desire for him. 

By the time we scooted into the Bentley that night I was mad with lust for him. 

Parker dropped us off at the curb of Carter's apartment building and we made our way across the lobby and to the elevators. My body was vibrating with need and I wanted nothing more than to plaster myself against Carter, run my fingers through his hair and grind my body against his. 

A group of people followed us into the elevator and Carter guided us to the back corner. I'd worn a taupe sheath dress covered in sparkling sequins with an exposed back zipper. Carter held me against his chest, my back to his front, and placed both of his hands on my hips. He rubbed small circles and nuzzled into my hair at the back of my neck. 

"You drive me wild, Evangeline," he whispered as his hands moved lower down the back of my thighs. "And I like you in this dress. Every guy there wanted you." He trailed one hand up my inner thigh to my very core that was already aching for him. "But this is just for me." He slipped one finger inside my panties and stroked along my center. 

My breathing hitched as I glanced around to make sure no one was watching us. My body was wild with need for him; it felt like I'd gone days without his touch. My already short dress was hitched up around Carter's wrist in the back, but from the front I hoped no one would be any wiser.

Carter continued his assault from behind and and then pressed his finger into me. My nerve endings tingled and my breathing grew quick and heavy. I pressed my lips together to stifle a moan and my head lolled back against his shoulder. 

The elevator stopped and more people jostled in. Carter used the opportunity to stroke in and out of me quicker. I pressed my bottom hard into hips and he groaned quietly. On the next floor the car emptied out and left us alone, writhing and panting with arousal. Carter pulled his fingers out of me and turned me in his arms. 

"I’ve been dreaming of your taste on my lips." He sucked the finger that had just been inside me into his mouth and closed his eyes. Then he pulled my hair tightly behind my back and pressed my lips to his to kiss me deeply. I wrapped one leg around his hip and pressed into his body. His free hand stroked up my thigh and grabbed the waistband of my panties. Just then the elevator dinged to a stop and the doors opened. 

Carter lifted my feet off the ground and walked me into his apartment. I dropped my clutch on the floor and he carried me down a long hallway and into his bedroom. He backed me over to his bed and sat me down. He placed both hands on my cheeks and stared into my eyes. 

"You are so beautiful, Evangeline." He kissed each of my eyelids and then my lips softly. "I love having you here, with me, in my house." He shrugged off his jacket and loosened his tie before pulling it over his head. He tugged his dress shirt out of the waistband of his pants and then worked on unbuttoning it. My eyes followed his fingers as they worked to undo each button. I leaned back with a smile as he popped the button on his pants. 

"You're overdressed, Evangeline." He stopped, leaving the top button of his trousers undone. His happy trail was just visible and my fingers ached to touch and caress the V of his pelvic muscle. I felt my nipples harden in arousal at the thought of his skin against mine. 

He ran his fingertips along my collarbone and then hauled me up and off the bed. He spun me in his arms so I was facing away from him and slid his arms around my waist. I could feel his arousal against my bottom and I pressed back into him. A soft growl escaped his throat and I tilted my head back. One hand remained on my hip as the other travelled up my ribs, passed the neckline of my dress, and caressed the curve of my neck. 

"So beautiful." He trailed one finger down my throat and kissed underneath my ear. I groaned and bucked my body back against him. His hand slid back down to my hip and then both continued down to the hem of the dress that hit at mid-thigh. He massaged the flesh there and then slowly slid his warm palms up my thighs, raising the dress as he went. He reached the lace of my panties and palmed my mound over the fabric. I groaned and felt a flood of arousal at his touch. 

He ghosted his fingers over the fabric and had me writhing before he slid both hands to my hips and underneath the lace. Slowly he lowered my panties, slipping them down my legs and lifting my feet out, one at a time. 

"I want to see you." Carter's hands trailed up my body and back to the exposed zipper and slowly pulled it down, inch by inch. Once the dress was loose, he slipped it off my body and I stood before him in a pair of black Jimmy Choos and nothing else. He turned me in his arms and kissed along my neck. 

"You're gorgeous when you're aroused, Evangeline." His fingers trailed along the skin of my collarbone. "Your cheeks are flushed." He trailed his fingers to my cheeks. "Your eyes are bright." His thumbs trailed over my eyebrows. "Your chest is a delicious shade of pink." He trailed one finger down my neck and chest, between my breasts. "Your nipples are dark." He trailed a fingertip over and tickled around the hardened tip. I sucked in a breath of air and arched my back to gain more friction on his body. He dipped his head and flicked my nipple with his tongue and then sucked it into his mouth briefly, before kissing it gently and pulling away. He lifted my other breast in his hand and did the same. 

"Your skin is warm beneath my fingertips." He trailed his palm down the flat of my stomach and stopped at my mound. "And this," he whispered his fingers around the sensitive flesh, "is always so wet for me." He slid one finger between the slick folds, teasing and caressing. I groaned in pleasure. 

He leaned me back on the bed and took my thighs in each of his hands. He nuzzled his nose up my inner thigh and then inhaled deeply when he reached my center. He spread me open and blew a breath of air out onto my sensitive flesh. I was so aroused I was self conscious. No one had ever driven me so wild with lust and passion before. He used his tongue to stroke up my center and then ended at my hypersensitive nub, sucking it between his lips. I cried out in pleasure. 

He continued to lick and suck before he used one finger to caress the swollen flesh. He pushed one finger just inside of me and sucked at the same time and I came instantly. The pleasure rolled through my body, my toes heating instantly, and my brain flooding with pleasure. My insides spasmed and quivered and my breath came out in pants as I rode the high of pleasure only Carter could elicit from my body. 

"You're a goddess when you come." Carter kissed his way up my body and ran his fingers through my hair before kissing me deeply on the lips. I kissed him back and savored his taste and the feel of his body against my skin. He leaned up for a moment to shrug his pants off and then was on me once again. I wrapped my legs around his hips and ground my core into him. I wanted to feel him inside me, connected with me. He teased my center with his arousal and slid his length between my folds slowly. I relished the sensation before he slowly positioned himself and slid into me. My body arched in pleasure and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, clutching him to me. He was the only thing I needed in this moment. Maybe the only thing I would ever need. 

He slid in and out of me slowly. Gentle and loving, it felt like he was making love to me, and I hoped he was. I wrapped my fingers in his hair and pressed him into me. I moved my hips in rhythm with him and I knew that we couldn't be more perfect. This is what Carter and I did best. It may be hard for us to adjust to each other outside of these moments, but in these moments we were pure perfection. 

Carter angled my bottom up in his strong hands to hit me deeper and I moaned in pleasure. He sped up and his length hit a new and exquisite spot. My ankles locked behind his bottom and he continued to work in and out of me. 

"I can't get enough of you, Eva. I won't ever get enough of you." He worked in and out and then his hand slid between us and he massaged my hypersensitive bud. My second orgasm traveled up my body slow and satisfying. Carter's body spasmed and I could feel him jerking inside me. He stroked through his orgasm and then collapsed onto me, holding me tightly in his arms as his chest rose up and down with his breath. 

Silky locks of his hair tickled my forehead and I smiled and brushed the hair off of his face. He nuzzled into my neck, and rolled to my side, his arms still wrapped around me. I stroked my fingers along his eyebrows and his closed eyelids, the straight line of his nose and his full lips. I trailed a finger along the shell of his ear and around to the back of his neck and pulled him into me to give him a long kiss. I knew in that instant that he was all I ever needed. 

Carter worked from his apartment the next day while I went into the office. I came home the next night and we ordered takeout and watched TV and made love in his bed. It felt like some sort of slice of heaven. I relished waking up next to him in the morning. It was a glimpse of what our lives could be like. Maybe Carter wasn't all wrong when he said if it's right it's hard in the beginning. It was the first time I could see what my future might actually look like with Carter Morgan in it, and my heart skipped a beat at the thought. 

Carter flew back to Boston Friday morning for a meeting and I followed a few hours later. We'd planned to meet for dinner that night. I knew Cate would be mad, having not seen me all week, but Carter and I were in such a good place that I couldn't help but want to live inside our own little bliss for as long as possible.

Parker met me at the airport that afternoon. I slid into the back seat of the Bentley and shuddered at the thought of all the women that Parker had see in his rearview mirror, giggling over Carter, their hands on his chest, his lips on theirs. My heart clenched. I hated knowing that Carter had a past, but the only thing I could do was avoid thinking about it, which could be hard when it came up to bite me in the ass so regularly. 

Parker maneuvered through the congested Boston traffic and my thoughts drifted back to the sweet few days Carter and I had spent together in New York. When things were good with us, they were so good, but when they were bad, it was like the bottom fell out beneath us.

Parker pulled up to the curb of The Hancock and I slid out and gave him a nod of thanks. 

Carter's secretary waved me into his office with a smile. I walked in and Carter looked up from his desk with loving eyes and a genuine smile. 

"Come here." He patted his lap. I walked to him, sat down and draped my arms around his neck. "I missed you." He nuzzled into my hair. 

"It's only been a few hours." I twisted his silky hair between my fingers with a smile. I had missed him too. 

"What can I say? You're like a drug, I can't live without a taste of you for long." His lips curved up in a sexy grin. I pressed my lips to his softly. 

"I’ve got something for you." He waggled his eyebrows at me and reached down to pull a white shopping bag up from the floor. I peaked inside and giggled. 

"I went to La Perla this morning, I thought it was about time I replaced all those panties I’ve been going through." He grinned. Various colors of lace peeked through tissue paper. 

"Where are all my undies at anyway?" I arched and eyebrow at him. A slow grin spread across his face as he slid open a drawer of his desk to reveal the torn and tattered lace of my panties. 

"Quite the collector. Isn't that charming." I rolled my eyes.

"I need something to jog my memory of your hot body when you're not here." His warm hand slid underneath my shirt and caressed my breast. My breathing hitched and I kissed him deeply. 

"Come on, up you go. You've got to get ready for dinner." He lifted me off his lap and slapped my bottom. "Use my shower if you want, there's something in there for you to wear."

"Ok." I skipped into the bathroom in his office and peeled out of my jeans and shirt. "Want to join me?" I threw my bra out into his office with a smile. His eyes widened for a minute and then he stalked after me like a cat stalking its prey. I giggled and ducked into the shower, turning on the water so he wouldn’t follow me. He held my eyes with an intense gaze and loosened his tie and slipped it over his head, then shrugged the suit jacket off of his shoulders. My heart began to pound when I realized I would have company in the shower after all. He undid the buttons of his shirt one by one, his eyes never leaving mine, and then yanked his shirt out of his pants. 

My heart hammered and my nipples hardened and ached in anticipation of his touch. I held eye contact with him while I slid my hand down my slippery body. My fingers found my aching bundle of nerves and began to massage in slow circles. His eyes widened at me and I could see his breathing pick up. I took a deep breath and leaned back against the tile wall of the shower, letting the water cascade down my body. My head tipped back and I began to massage harder, while my other hand slid up to my breast to play with my nipple.