She looked up at the sound of Carter’s deep voice.
He was walking over the dunes. His big boots puffing up sand and the evening sun catching in his hair as the breeze ruffled it. “I thought I heard a car.”
She smiled and her heart filled, as though it hadn’t been working properly all week and now she’d seen him, normal function had been restored.
He came up the steps, the wind pressing his t-shirt to his defined chest.
“I love it, thank you.”
“A new home gift.” He stopped in front of her, and his gaze roamed her face, then down her body and back up again. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“I’m happy to be here.” She stepped up to him, and he wrapped her in a tight embrace as he found her mouth.
He tasted of everything she’d missed and everything she needed.
Letting out a small moan, he pulled back. “I can’t stay.”
“You can’t?” She struggled to keep the disappointment from her voice.
“Shit to do tonight.” He ran his hands to her ass cheeks and squeezed. “Club stuff.”
Everywhere he touched her left a heated trail of desire. “I understand.” She touched his cheek. “I have two interviews next week.”
“They’ll be fighting over you.” He kissed her again. “I’ll be back tomorrow. Have a good sleep after your long drive.” He grinned, a cocky tilt of his lips. “You’re going to need your energy for what I have planned.”
“I’m intrigued.” A small thrill went through her. She could tell by the small line between his eyebrows that the plan included her screaming his name in ecstasy.
“You should be, but I’ll give you a clue. You’ll be naked and by the time I’ve finished, your sweet pussy will ache with satisfaction.”
The thrill intensified and a tremble went from her belly to her clit, tensing all the muscles in her pelvis. “Do I really have to wait until tomorrow?”
He groaned. “I’m already late.” His lips touched hers. “But if you use your vibe tonight, promise you’ll think of me.”
“I’m going to wait for the real thing.”
“That’s my girl.” He pulled away and shoved his hand down his pants and adjusted himself. “But you should know, waiting to sink deep hurts me more than it hurts you.”
He turned and walked down the steps. As he went over the dunes, he held up his arm in a backward wave.
She sighed and picked up the leather, then shrugged into it. It fit perfectly. It felt so right. Now she really was a biker’s girl, an old lady, and she couldn’t wait to go for a ride. Hard and fast or a slow sightseeing journey, she didn’t mind. Carter was an expert at it all.
Chapter Eighteen
Carter’s right eye was puffed up and circled with black and lilac. The white was bloodshot and a cut the shape of a half moon sat on the rise of his cheek.
“What happened?” Leah stood from the sofa as he walked across the room, dragging off his t-shirt and tossing it to one side. Much as she’d been looking forward to his arrival at the beach house, seeing him so bruised was a shock.
“What?” He frowned.
“Your face.” She touched his cheek, just below the cut. The flesh was swollen and red.
“Ah, this, it’s nothing.” He circled his arms around her waist.
“It is something. Does it need a stitch?”
“What? No.” He huffed and pulled her closer.
She frowned at the mauve arcing over his swollen upper lid. “Does it hurt?”