Was he coming inside?
Yes, yes, he was.
My breath hitched when he appeared in the doorway, looking all enticing and holding a plate with a sandwich.
He placed it on the small table next to the armchair.
I didn’t miss the way his eyes roamed over the length of my body. A towel covered me, but I was still stark naked underneath it, and my nipples tightened when his gaze focused on them.
I salivated at the sight of the sandwich with slices of avocado and ham and quickly took a bite, then let out a long sigh. “This is delicious.”
He perched on the edge of the armchair, watching me intently. I was pretending to keep my eyes on the food, but I wasn’t doing a great job. The air seemed to thicken with sexual tension with every minute we spent together in this intimate setting, and I wasn’t sure I could take it any longer.
“This is my reading armchair,” I informed him.
“I see. So this is where you read all those scandalous books.”
“Yep.”
As I downed the last bite, Carter clasped one of my ankles. I felt his touch all the way up to my inner thighs. Our eyes locked. I swallowed, aware that I was breathing faster.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“You’ll see.”
Bliss. Pure and utter bliss. He massaged my foot, applying pressure on the arch and on the pads, then on each toe.
He moved his hand a little further up my ankle before returning it to caress my heel. Then he switched to the other sole. His fingers were pure magic... and he was turning me on. Did a foot massage count as foreplay? Everything felt like foreplay with him.
“Tell me what you’re thinking.”
I licked my lips, unsure if honesty was the best policy right now because my thoughts were so far past X-rated, they deserved their own rating.
“That bad, huh? It’s okay. I know exactly what you’re thinking.”
“And how do you know?” I teased.
“I can read body language very well. Our bodies usually betray us.” He wiggled his eyebrows, and I felt myself blush even more.
“But you can’t see anything.”
He lowered my foot back on the ottoman, then slid closer to me, placing my plate on the small table.
There was nothing between us now, and when Carter leaned in to kiss me, I pushed myself up, fully aware that my towel was sliding down and my breasts were on display.
God, the man kissed like no other. He buried one hand in my hair, tilting my head while he ravished me with his lips and tongue.
I needed his touch desperately. My body was begging for it.
Chapter Sixteen
Carter
I slid my hand down from her hair to her neck, and then to her breasts. She arched into my touch, moaning in my mouth. She was beautiful, all worked up like this for me. I slid my hand even lower and rubbed two fingers over her pussy, from her clit down to her entrance.
She moaned louder, gripping at my shirt with both hands when I removed her towel completely. I was going to make this woman come. I wanted to give her so much pleasure that I’d ro
ck her world. She opened her thighs wider, allowing me access. I rubbed up and down her opening, alternating between touching her clit and teasing her inner thighs, working her up. And all the while, I couldn’t stop kissing her. I wanted to watch her beautiful face, but I needed to taste her. When I slid one finger inside her, Val’s entire body shook.