Page 89 of From London, With Love

Following Lara, I close the door behind me and reach out to grab her by the waist, turning her and pushing her against the door with a little more force than anticipated.

“Allow me to show you how ungentlemanly I can be, Miss Matthews.” Lara’s eyes connect with mine, and I can almost see the heat rising in them. Her brows raise, urging me to proceed.Christ, she’s a dream.

“You are breathtaking in this outfit,” I whisper hoarsely into her ear, running a hand down the deep V of her blouse. Her skin prickles beneath my touch, my fingertips drawing patterns across the bare skin of her chest. “But I’d much prefer it lying on my floor.” I waste no time in delving my hand down the front of her trousers.?

Lara rests her head against the back of the door, lips parted slightly, and I know this is my cue. My body moves closer to her of its own accord, and I trace a finger over her lace underwear right above her clit.

“Carter,” she breathes, her voice nothing but a whisper.?

“Yes, love?”?

“Don’t be a tease.” It amazes me how she manages to retain her tone with my hand down her pants. Focusing on her breathing, I pull Lara’s underwear to the side and languidly run two fingers the length of her pussy. Her breath hitches.

With each stroke, Lara becomes more aroused, and myfingers move with more ease. But I know she’s beginning to get antsy. On the next stroke down, I slide one finger inside her, stopping only when I can’t push any deeper. Lara clenches involuntarily, and a whimper escapes her mouth.

“Fuck, you always feel incredible,” I muse, sliding my finger in and out of her at a torturous speed. Watching her slowly unravel in my hands has become my new favourite thing. My lips find her skin, planting chaste kisses at the hollow of her neck and out along her collarbones.

Lara’s heart rate quickens beneath my mouth. I slide my finger out, only to replace it with two on the next pump. The extra width startles her, the tightening of her walls rewarding me. My thumb finds her clit, and I apply the slightest pressure—exactly how I’ve come to learn she likes it. Her answering moan signifies the angle isjustright.

“Oh, god.” Her voice is unrecognisable beneath the weight of her arousal. Wanting to draw this out as long as possible, I withdraw my fingers from her pussy. Removing my hand from her trousers, I gaze down at Lara. Eyes hooded with desire, her irises are almost invisible. The scarcely audible whine tells me I wasn’t the only one enjoying that.

Without breaking eye contact, I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck. “You taste like pure sin.” I give my fingers one last lick as I remove them from my mouth.

Somehow Lara’s eyes grow even darker, her eyebrows pulling together ever so slightly. “Holy shit. That was hot.” Lara says breathily, her cheeks turning an adorable shade of pink as she squirms under my gaze.

Adorable, Carter, really? Get a grip. They’re just cheeks.

Chapter 38

Carter

“Come here, you.”?

I don’t give her time to respond, instead pulling her body against mine. I crush my mouth against her full lips. She moans into my mouth, the sound vibrating through me from head to toe. My arms slide from around her neck to grip her hips, rolling them into my own. Lara grins against my lips when my hard length rubs against her core.

My lips don’t leave hers as I turn us around. We step in unison until the backs of Lara’s knees collide with my bed, buckling beneath her. I take her weight in my arms and gently lay her down on the mattress, continuing my assault on her mouth as our bodies collide.

The hem of Lara’s blouse is between my fingers. There’s only one thing I want more than to rip it from her body right now, and that’s to continue teasing her. The whimpers, moans and sighs she elicits are intoxicating in a way I’ve never experienced. Rather than pulling it straight over her head, I drag my fingers up her torso an inch at a time. The hem trails along her skin, and I bring my lips to trace the same route my hands take.

I’m rewarded with a strangled moan. Breaking contact, I look up to see Lara’s head thrown backwards and the back of her hand pressed against her mouth, muffling the sounds that have burnt into my mind.

Well, that won’t do.

Releasing her blouse, I reach up and grip her wrist, pulling her hand from her mouth and planting it next to her face.

“Don’t let me see this hand covering your mouth again, do you understand? In fact, I don’t want to see anything covering your mouth except my own hand. I want to hear every little noise you make.”

Lara’s pupils dilate as she watches me, motionless. The racing pulse in her wrist tells me she’s as aroused by this as I am. Her tongue darts out and licks her lips as she gives one distinct nod.?

“Don’t get shy on me now, love. Use your words. Or has the cat got your tongue?”

My trousers grow impossibly tight against my cock as Lara bucks her hips against me. “The only thing that’ll muffle my moans will be your dick down my throat or your hand around my neck.”?

Her words undo something within me, and all I see is red. The red in her flushed cheeks. The red blood thumping through her veins. The red in her lip where she bit it moments ago. The red lace peeking out through her undone trousers.

The burgundy blouse is over her head and on the floor within seconds, and my attention diverts to her waistband. My fingers move with expert speed, and Lara’s trousers join her blouse on the floor before she can take a breath.

Taking a moment to soak up the sight beneath me, my breath catches in my throat.This. This is what it means to truly have your breath taken away. She’s an absolute vision, but that’s obvious to anyone who sees her. She’s breathtaking in the sensethat she continues to open up to me—emotionally and physically—despite claiming to not want to. It’s in the way she matches my every move and the way she makes me want to do better,bebetter. There are so many things I want to say when I look at her, but I remain silent. Some things are better left unsaid.For now.

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