He laughed, as though amused that she hadn’t said the wordfuck. “I did. I knew.”
Hell, his cocky confidence got her every damn time.
“Come here.” He crooked his finger.
“Why?” Another flush of heat rose up her chest.
“Because I want to play.”
“Play?” The heat dipped to between her legs, and she pressed her thighs together.
“Leah, come here.” His firm tone held more than a hint of authority.
So she did as he’d asked and stopped directly in front of him.
“There’s no way I’ve heard and seen and felt you come enough yet, babe. It’s time to start working on that tally.”
Much as she loved the thought, it did remind her they were on borrowed time—a fling. She was indulging in a vacation romance with a wildly unsuitable guy. “You want to…?”
“Mmm.” He loomed over her, forcing her focus directly on him. “I want to do everything … to you.” He swept his lips over hers. “And you’ll love it.”
The next thing she knew, he was lowering her to the bed, his big body pressing her down, his hands skimming her slight curves.
Her dress rucked up to her thighs, her waist, and then her chest. He tugged it over her head and tossed it aside.
“Fuck, do you never wear a bra?” His gaze went to her small breasts and tight nipples.
“Only in court.”
He kind of groaned then dipped his head and took her left nipple into his mouth. He sucked gently and cupped the underside.
Leah closed her eyes, arched her back, and ran her fingers into his thick hair. What he was doing felt so good.Hefelt so good. His warm wet mouth sent a rush of arousal to her pussy. The bristles on his chin scratched her flesh, adding to her need for him.
He switched to the other breast, laving it with his tongue, then sat back on his heels.
The dirty smile on his face was beyond sexy, delighting the small devil on Leah’s shoulder who waved his fork with glee.
“These need to go.” Carter hooked his fingers into the slim waistband of her small white lace panties. “They’re in my way.”
She lifted her hips, and he tugged them off. Within a couple of seconds he’d looped them off her feet and thrown them on top of her dress. Forgotten.
“I love your skin,” he said, running his work-worn palms up her thighs to the jut of her hip.
“It’s just skin.” A trail of heat followed his touch.
“It’s perfect skin, smooth, tan, and no ink.” He half shrugged. “I’m not used to seeing skin without ink.”
She glanced at the thick tapestry of images on his arms. “I like yours.”
“Good. ’Cause it’s there to stay.” He tipped forward and found her mouth again, kissing her with his tongue stroking hers.
She explored his biceps, his shoulders, and the curve of muscle leading to his neck. A tremble of need attacked her entire body.
It was as if he sensed this need because he settled at her side and caressed over her belly to her pussy. “Open up.”
She did as he’d asked, and instantly, his fingers were there, seeking out her clit.
“Mmm.” She moaned when he rubbed over it. “Carter.”