Steel and Lace (Lace Series) (5 page)

"You feel so fucking tight, Eva," Carter thrust in and out and I put my hands above my head to brace myself against the headboard.

"You look so sexy laid out for me like this," Carter placed another hand on my breast and squeezed tightly. He was filling me to the hilt and I couldn't imagine that anything could ever feel better. Just then Carter's hand trailed down from my breast to my hypersensitive bundle of nerves and began to press and massage in circles.

"Come for me, Eva," Carter continued to rock in and out of me. I locked eyes with him and my orgasm ripped through me, sending tingles down to my toes and a wash of pleasure to my head. Carter groaned and his jaw tightened and then I felt his body pulse. His strokes slowed and he collapsed on top of me panting. My fingers intertwined in his hair and my heart felt like it would thud out of my chest as Carter's head lay on top of it. His breathing slowed and he rolled to the side and curled around my body, locking me in his embrace as I heard his breathing deepen. My own lids grew heavy and I fell asleep almost instantly.

I stretched my arms back like a cat and sighed deep before realization dawned on my foggy brain that I wasn't in my own bed. And that my girly parts were sore. I'd gone home with Carter last night, and here I was the morning after, inhaling the musky scent of our lovemaking on his sheets. Images of the limo ride here, me pinned against the wall, and him between my legs flashed through my mind. 

I opened my eyes slowly and rolled over to find myself alone in his bed. The wrinkled white sheet was draped over my naked body and suddenly I felt only shame. Carter had crept out on me; did he regret last night? Should I get dressed and sneak out the door? I bit my lip and looked around the room for my clothes and then realized Carter had peeled me out of my dress in the foyer, and then ripped my panties off of me last night. I had nothing to wear except one great pair of shoes. 

My eyes darted around the room for something to cover up with. What a walk of shame this would be. Carter's undershirt lay across the chair by the door and I swiped for it and made my way to his en suite bathroom. I did my business then stepped in front of the mirror to access the damage. I ran my fingers quickly through my hair to get out the tangles and then splashed my face with water in an attempt to look fresh. I pulled the shirt over my head and stretched it to cover my bottom as much as possible. I didn't know what I would face when I walked out of the bedroom door, but I had to make at least an attempt at dignity in the current situation. I blew the air out of my lungs, held my head high, and sauntered out of the bedroom and made my way down the stairs.

Whiskey and Lace (Lace Series #2) 

"Evangeline," Carter stood and closed the space between us in quick, confident strides. The energy sparked between us and my heart began to flutter in my chest. 

"You look beautiful," he nuzzled into my neck as he slid my jacket off of my shoulders. "Good enough to eat," he trailed his tongue up the curve of my neck, skimming my ear with his teeth. My heart began to pound and my stomach clenched in arousal. He guided me to the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the river and the city streets. 

"It's breathtaking," my breathing quickened as his hands skimmed up my torso. 

"You're breathtaking," he lifted my shirt over my head. I stood looking out over the city in my jeans and bra as Carter's fingers trailed down the curve of my spine. He quickly unhooked the button of my jeans and he slid the denim over my hips. 

"I love you in lace," Carter fingered the delicate fabric of my panties. I turned in his arms and began to loosen his tie and undo the buttons of his dress shirt. My eyes darted to his office door and I worried my bottom lip between my teeth.

"Soundproof walls, Evangeline. You can scream as loud as you want," a sexy, lopsided smile played across his lips.

Look for
Whiskey and Lace
, Book Two in the Lace Series in January 2013.