He glared at me. “I’m out of time.”
“You told me that you could extend your time here. Can you still do that, for a few more days?”
“Why?”
He wanted me to spell it out, okay I would. “Because I want you,” I told him. “And I don’t think that either of us is done with each other.”
“So this is a temporary thing then?” he asked.
“Sure,” I replied. He could have it the way he wanted.
He moved towards me.
I retreated, until my back hit the wall.
He held my gaze, his eyes dipping occasionally to my lips.
I relished every second of this. The way he looked at me as though he wanted to devour me whole. But I still hadn’t gotten his explicit response, so I waited, my stomach still tied up in knots.
“When is your flight out of here?” he asked.
“In about a week,” I replied.
“Alright then,” he said. “I’ll extend my departure until then.
My chest nearly collapsed from the relief.
He started to move away but before he could go, I held onto his arm, my hands barely covering his bicep. God he was sexy, and I couldn’t believe I’d been able to buy myself a little more time with him. “I’m sorry about earlier,” I apologized. “I’ll try my best to make it up to you.”
“Miss Peters,” he said. “You’re going to have your work cut out for you, so don't make promises you can’t keep.”
“I’m ready,” I said. “I can handle it.”
He moved until his body was solidly pressed against mine, and I didn’t even realize when the glass left my grip and fell to the carpeted floor. The tip of his nose stroked mine playfully, his warm breath tickling my face. “Kiss me,” he said.
My heart somersaulted within my chest. I didn’t hold back for even a second. I crushed my lips to his, and once again felt like I had entered into another dimension. A dimension where everything rational ceased to exist, and in its place was lust… wild, unrestrained lust that couldn't compare to anything else in the world. Our tongues stroked and dipped in each other’s mouths, his hands seemingly everywhere on my body all at once, and then settling under my ass.
He cupped the soft mounds hard, lifting my legs clear off the ground and grinding me against his arousal.
We broke the kiss to come up for air but still I couldn’t let go of him. His eyes were closed as he tried to get his breathing under control with me still held tightly in his arms. I loved the effect I seemed to have on him, but I didn’t allow myself to think too deeply about it.
I ran my fingers through his hair, bringing some semblance of order to the unruly mass.
“How about an early dinner with me tonight?” He asked.
I didn’t have to think twice. I nodded eagerly.
A full heart stopping grin spread across his face. “I need to take a shower first though.” He lowered my body until my feet landed on the carpet.
“Can I join you?” I asked.
His pleasure at my very existence seemed to quadruple. “I can’t believe that I didn’t even have to ask.” He lifted me again into his arms.
I squealed in high laughter, then my amusement turned into panic when he took me with him fully clothed into the stall. “No!” I yelled. “My clothes can’t get wet. I have nothing else to wear.” I saw the moment mischief flashed in his eyes. I immediately headed for the door but his hands banded around me as he lifted me away from it.
I couldn't contain my laughter as I struggled to release myself from him, but I also knew if I wasn't able to get free I was screwed.
“You can wear something of mine,” he said. “I want to see you in my shirt and pants.”
“Carter, no! We’re going to a public place. I can’t be looking like—” The shower came on just as he let go of me, and I ran from the stall with a scream.
Only a part of my head had gotten wet, and just a bit of my blouse but still, I glared at him with feigned annoyance.
He laughed, and leaned against the door to watch me as I reached for a towel. “You’re going to get wet all over again. Just take your clothes off and come in.’
When I didn't respond, he slipped his briefs down along his hips.
My sulking immediately began to dissipate. I watched him, my mouth watering as the material was pulled away to reveal the dusting of hair across his groin and his intimidating cock.
Without even realizing it, I began to take my clothes off, eager to be with him.
With a smile, he shut the door and the faucet came on.
I pulled it open a few seconds later to see his back was to me with the water cascading down his glistening, flawless skin. I’d never in my life taken a shower with anyone else, even with previous boyfriends, so this was a very foreign but exciting territory to me.
It also seemed like quite an intimate thing to do, but I was ready for anything that would bring me closer to him. He pulled me inside to join him under the cascade and I shut my eyes as the warm water drenched my body along with his.
He trailed kisses down my neck and across my shoulder blades.
I couldn’t contain the effect of his mouth on my body. The fiery rush of pleasure pulsing through my veins made me squirm, my knees losing all strength until I had to throw my hands around his shoulder to keep me upright. “Are we going to fuck or get cleaned up?” I asked, not seeing how both could happen at the same time.
He laughed, turned off the shower and showed me how. Retrieving the bottle of body wash from the holder, he lathered some of the liquid on his
