Climbing the stairs, she heard thetap,tap,tapof the shower running. An image of Carter naked, wet, and his cock hard and shiny, had a tumble of excitement attacking her belly. She imagined his dark ink peppered with water droplets and his hair stuck to the nape of his neck.
She undid the flimsy belt around her robe and entered the bedroom.
The floor-length heavy white curtains had been pulled. The bedside lamps gave a golden glow. On a chair, beside the white dresser, the distressed wood, lay Carter’s clothes. His Glock, wallet, a brown envelope, and his phone rested on the top.
The shower went off.
Silence.
A delicious fizz went up her spine. It squeezed her chest, and her breasts felt heavier at the thought of what was to come.
She shrugged the robe off and let it pool at her feet.
The shower room door opened.
His shadow was the first thing she saw, stretching toward the bedroom door.
Her heart stuttered and her nipples tightened. She placed her hands on her waist and jutted her hips to the right.
And then he was there, filling the doorframe. He had a towel half over his head, rubbing his hair vigorously. When he’d finished, he noticed her.
She licked her lips and tried not to stare at his erection. He was so hard it looked painful.
“Damn, woman, you’re hot in wet dresses and power suits but naked is even fucking better.” He whistled and tossed the towel to the floor. “And it’s good you’ve done exactly what I asked.”
“What would you have done if I hadn’t?”
“Come to get you, thrown you over my shoulder, and brought you up here for a spanking as the first course of action.”
Her ass cheeks actually tingled at the wordspank, and she shifted from one foot to the other. Would he dare? Would this big, bad biker have the nerve to tip an attorney he hardly knew over his knee for a few swift slaps?
Of course he would.
“As it is…” He walked over to her and cupped her cheeks. “I have other plans.” He set his mouth over hers and kissed her. An intense, deep kiss.
She gripped his forearms, loving how he made her feel like no one else existed. His cradling hold on her face was possessive. She was his. He wanted her. No one else.
The tip of his cock brushed her belly.
A tremble of desire went through her.
He broke the kiss and stared into her eyes. “Get on your knees.”
“What?”
He slid his hands down her neck, to the curve of her shoulders, and applied pressure. “You heard me, Leah, get on your knees. Now.”
Her first instinct was to object to being told what to do, but then something overtook that instinct. Perhaps it was lust, or some basic need to please, but she found herself lowering until she was face to face with his big cock.
“That’s it,” he said, scooping her hair into his left fist and taking his cock in his right. “Good girl.”
She looked up at him. He didn’t saygood girlin a patronizing way. It was because she’d pleased him.
Leah realized that all she wanted to do, now, at this moment, in this room, was please Carter. And she wasn’t powerless, she held all the power. The need shining in his eyes told her that.
“Leah,” he said on an exhalation. “Open your mouth. Suck me, babe.”
She licked her lips and let a smile play on them, then she took his solid shaft in her hand. He moved his fist and locked his knees. His abs were a row of solid bricks.