parts. Her breasts flamed, and below her waist powerful throbbing had her squirming for his touch.
Spreading his legs wide, he drew her between his thighs and clamped his legs tight so that she was trapped and standing over him. “Undress.”
Macy didn’t blink. With trembling fingers, she found the hem of her top and she lifted it up for Carter. “Slow it down, Hollywood.”
Macy took a breath. She thought of the harlot she’d once played onstage in an off-Broadway production. Her character hadn’t undressed, but every movement she’d made on that stage spoke of raw sensual passion. Fortunately for Macy, being with Carter lent itself to sensuality on the highest level, so being a sex kitten for him wasn’t a far stretch. She wanted to please him. She wanted this night to be memorable. For both of them.
She slowed down her movements, rotating her hips with each tug of material, and once the top was off and her breasts were free, another slight movement had them bouncing on her chest.
Carter drew in oxygen, and Macy knew a measure of satisfaction.
“Now, the skirt.”
As soon as Macy reached behind for the zipper, Carter’s hands met her there and he gripped her hips to swivel her around. The unzipping took a second, and then he pulled the skirt down past her hips. Cool air hit her bare bottom first, and a long few seconds passed. Macy looked over her shoulder and caught Carter admiring her backside. Before she could turn around, he placed both hands over her cheeks and his roughened palms stroked her with such finesse that goose bumps broke out all over her body.
She’d never done this before. Given a man free rein over her body. She’d never trusted anyone the way she trusted Carter, but it was more than that, and Macy didn’t want to think about what that
Her nipples hardened. The throbbing between her legs intensified as everything else melted into softness.
Next, Carter splayed his hands on her hips, the spread of his fingers nearly encircling her entire waist. Then he pulled her down onto his lap. She landed with an unladylike thud. “Oh.”
Carter kissed away her surprise. It was a long, leisurely kiss that filled her mouth, their tongues peeking out and touching. When Carter was done, Macy blinked from the thoroughness of his kiss. She felt partially devoured.
He kissed her again and toyed with her breasts, flicking the peaks with his thumb, first one then the other, until she wiggled with tortured delight. It was painfully pleasant, and she was glad Carter hadn’t decided on giving her a quickie before sending her away.
No, this was far more enjoyable. She was completely at his mercy. Not a bad place to be, Macy thought.
“Touch me,” he rasped, as if craving her hands on him.
Macy dug her fingers into the sprinkling of hairs on his chest. He was strong, sturdy, and her explorations grew more and more demanding. She loved stroking his shoulder blades and feeling the power beneath her fingertips. She loved feeling the tight muscles underneath his skin and his flat, tapered torso. She kissed his chest and stroked her tongue over his nipples, moistening them and then blowing them dry until Carter’s mouth twisted with a pleasured groan.
His erection poked her side from underneath his boxers. Macy’s heart raced, and the warmth in her body started to flame.
Carter picked up on her need and lowered her in his arms until she was angled back, held by his one arm. Her backside was stretched across his thighs and her legs rested on the bed. Carter watched as her hair dangled onto the bedsheets, the tresses fanning out beneath her. Then the hand that had played her wonderfully above the waist slid down to the center of her womanhood. She jerked when his flattened palm rubbed against her most sensitive spot. A moan slipped through her lips as he continued to rub her back and forth. Her breaths coming in short, uneven bursts, she rotated her body and jerked in his arms. He was relentless and masterful, and when he slipped his finger inside her, she was gone and lost by the erotic thrusts of her body.
Her release was loud and necessary to her sanity. When she opened her eyes, Carter was there gazing at her with a look of satisfaction and awe. By far, he was the best lover she’d ever had, and she wanted him to think of her in that same way.
He lifted her off him quickly to undress and returned with a condom. He sat in his place on the bed again and set her back on his lap, this time facing him. With his guidance, she straddled him, her legs curled around both sides of his torso.
His voice was heavy, urgent as he kissed her throat and whispered, “Do me, Macy. I can’t wait another minute.”
Macy gave Carter all that she had. She brought her body to his, and their joining was thrilling and beautiful in the way their sensual rhythms matched. Macy gyrated with hips that found their own pace, and he pumped into her with a natural, powerful force. They melded and meshed, frenzied with hot, moist kisses and tender touches that roughened at the height of their release. And then came a long, low groan of completion, a guttural song of satisfaction.
When it was over and their heartbeats returned to normal, Carter lifted her and kissed the nape of her neck as he set her down beside him on the bed. He whispered, “You amaze me.”
Macy was spent and exhausted, but his words spoken in awe already began to renew her hunger for him. He remained on the bed, a sheet of sweat coating his bronzed body and his hair askew from Macy’s roaming hands. “You amaze me, too,” she said softly.
He nodded and stared into her eyes. There would be no basking in the afterglow of lovemaking tonight. No cuddling under the sheets, no hand-holding and sweet words. A deal was a deal, and Carter was still angry with her. She’d come to him tonight for sex. He’d let her inside his room for sex.
He turned to peer straight ahead to a wall that held no particular interest, his profile set with a stubborn slant of his jaw. He was waiting for her to leave, and Macy got the hint. She kissed his shoulder, licking away a moist bead of perspiration with her tongue, then rose from the bed. “Good night, Carter.”
She stepped by him and bent to retrieve her clothes on the floor. As she unfolded her body, her garments gripped in her hands, she felt a slight tugging on a lock of her hair. Before she could turn around, Carter was there, pressed against her back. His voice rough, his fingers gently weaved through the strands of her unruly curls. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“To bed.”
His breath caressed the sensitive skin behind her ear. “Your bed’s right here.”
“But, you’re still angry.”
“Furious.”
She whirled around. “I think you’re making a mistake.”
“With you?” He chuckled as he circled his arms around her bare waist and cupped her cheeks. He covered her soft flesh with both hands and fondled her possessively. “If that was a
They were coated with perspiration and carried the scent of lovemaking. “That’s…not what I, uh…mean.” Macy was losing her train of thought.
Carter kissed away her words. “We’ll have to agree to disagree, Hollywood,” he said. “And not discuss it anymore. Now, come back to bed, sweet darlin’. The night’s far from over.”
There were days when Carter didn’t think about Jocelyn at all. Not that he’d ever forget her betrayal or her clever manipulation. It was just a simple fact that Jocelyn Grayson didn’t matter anymore in his life, though the lessons he’d learned from her would last him a lifetime. It wasn’t that far of a stretch for him to give up on the idea of marriage. For one, his parents hadn’t set a good example. His mother had to endure life with his father. And as he’d grown to his teen years, Carter would often ask his uncle why she’d stayed with Riley. His uncle had but one reply-she’d loved him. As if that made all the difference. As if that was the definitive answer.
For Carter, that hadn’t been a good enough reason. There had to be something better out there that didn’t cause heartache and destruction. Love surely wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.
Carter had a good thing going with Macy. They’d fallen into a rhythm together, and he couldn’t recall a time in his life when he’d been happier. Because he had smart, loyal employees he trusted, Carter was able to spend time
