Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“You are amazing,” he murmured, kissing my temple, and then he groaned as he rolled off me.
Moments ticked by as we just lay there until our breathing evened out and the sweat cooled on my body. The sound of the cell going off again had Carter growling a second before he reached for it.
He glanced at the screen before answering. “Hey.”
I turned my head to the side to watch him sit on the edge of the bed, the muscles of his back flexing from the movement.
“Shouldn’t you be on your—” He paused, ran a hand over his face, and nodded. “Yeah, okay, sweetheart. When?” Another beat of silence. “We’ll get together this weekend.”
My belly did a funny thing when I heard him say that.
Sweetheart. Get together this weekend?
He was still on the phone, murmuring softly, when I slipped out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. I shut myself in and thought, What in the hell is wrong with me?
Jealous? Over what? I wasn’t in a relationship with Carter and had no right to be salty over the prospect of him bouncing from woman to woman.
Hell, I knew what I was getting into when I had a one-night stand with him.
I closed my eyes and breathed out. After using the bathroom and cleaning up, I stepped out to see him getting dressed. He was fixing his cufflinks, and that sight shouldn't have been such a turn on.
But seeing him getting dressed also had my belly doing another weird flip and feeling sour.
I plastered on a far-too-fake smile and walked naked to where my clothes lay on the floor. I bent over to grab them just as I felt his body heat surround me. When I straightened, he turned me around and wrapped his arms around my hips.
The stiffness in me was there for only a second before it melted, and I curled my hands around his lean waist. He kissed the top of my head, inhaling deeply.
“I hate to go, but I have a meeting. I’m sorry.”
I shook my head and pulled back, tipping my head to look at him. “No apologies needed. We both have shit to do.”
I have nothing to do, but I’ll keep that to myself.
He opened his mouth, but the last thing I wanted was this to get weird. Thankfully, his phone went off again, and he turned to answer it. I picked up on a few pieces of jargon that were on the financial side of his business, but I quickly got dressed and focused on getting the hell out to make things less awkward.
Because that's where I felt they were headed.
I tossed my hair up in a messy bun. There was no saving it this early in the morning, and I sat down to put my heels back on.
“Not sure how I should feel about a woman hurrying to leave after I fucked her.”
My heart stuttered, and I was having a hell of a time fixing the strap of my heel after hearing him say that.
Instead of saying something that would probably make things weird—as in, I didn’t want to leave—as in, I was raring to go for him to fuck me again—I just gave him a smile and stood.
I was sorer than I’d ever been in my life. But it was a good kind, the kind that was deep in your muscles and said you’d been loved thoroughly.
Carter was in front of me a second later, his hands cupping either side of my face, adding slight pressure so he could tip my head back, and we looked into each other's eyes.
For a long moment, we didn’t speak, just stared at one another. I still felt that intense chemistry. My body was hot in all the right places, my heart picking up speed. And I knew I had to get the hell out of here, because without a doubt, this man wasn’t good for my sanity nor libido—making it entirely too active.
“I’d like to see you again,” he finally said, murmuring in that deep voice of his that had my toes curling.
I exhaled slowly and nodded, and the small smile he gave me, the way he dipped and pecked my lips, nearly had me throwing my arms around his shoulders and leading us back to the bed.
“Okay,” I said instead and forced myself to take a step back.
He tilted his head to the side, watching me, that smile on his lips still in place. He grabbed his cell and held it out. “Put your number in my phone. That way, I can make sure you don’t get away.”
A light laugh left me. This man… he was something else.
I nodded, programmed my number in, and, just as I handed it back, his cell went off again.
“For fuck’s sake,” he growled, then gave me an apologetic expression and answered.