Page 61 of Love at First Sighting
“What are you thinking about?” I ask.
He stands slowly, nudging my legs open to make space for him between. One of his hands presses the outside of my thigh, smooth fingers running up my exposed skin through the slit. “If you want to know, I’m thinking about how good you taste, too. I didn’t want to get the taste of you out of my mouth.”
I hear the crackle of an old radio in my head, smell the lingering burn of smoke in my nostrils and the biting chill of mint in my mouth, and as my hands wander to his chest, using his suspenders to climb his body to his shoulders, I’m glad he’s real. Glad he’s a fully flesh-and-blood human I can touch and taunt and tease.
“And I don’t think you were acting when you kissed me,” he finishes. He cradles his glass at his chest in one hand, and traces my bottom lip with the other.
“It’s a bold theory. What makes you think that?”
“The sounds you made. Either you’re the best actress in the world, or you might have been looking for an excuse to kiss me.”
I might have been looking for an excuse to kiss him for weeks now. I think about it with every snap of gum and wry smile that lights me on fire.
Carter’s lips hover near my jaw, but he doesn’t kiss me. He’s going to make me work for it and admithowbadly I want him to do it again. “Or the way you grabbed my suspenders like you wanted me to get on my knees for you right there.”
My body shudders at his words. “Maybe I did.”
“I would have,” he breathes. He drags his hand down mythigh, finding the bend of my knee and hitching my leg around his back. “If I’d had the time, I would have done anything you asked of me.”
“Does the offer still stand?” I ask.
“Mm-hmm,” he hums. He sets his empty glass down.
“Then kiss me again.”
Carter’s icy blue eyes darken as his grip migrates up my leg to hold firmly on to my waist. When he kisses me, it’s completely under his control. His lips taste like sharp whiskey, but the laugh he lets out intoxicates me more than anything else. Each kiss is drowning and deliberate, like he’s already figured out what undoes me: a nip of my lip between his teeth, his hands wandering up my body, a slow roll of his hips between my legs.
“It may surprise you,” he practically growls between kisses, “but I amveryattracted to you.”
“I never would have guessed.”
There’s nothing accidental about the way he holds me, with his fingernails leaving red crescent moons on my thigh, with the hungry groans he lets out onto my skin, or the press of him growing harder between my legs.
I pull away to undo his tie, letting the black satin drape down his white shirt. The one that’s quickly becoming covered in my lip gloss and body glitter and is starting to smell a lot more like me with every touch. I want to leave my mark on him in whatever ways I can.
“I’ll be honest and say I’ve never pegged this place as romantic,” he says.
I grip the ends of his tie and keep him within my grasp. “You mean you’ve never gotten this turned on at work before?”
His brows raise. “Only becauseyou’venever been to theoffice before. However, sometimes you do catch me off guard on the job, like when you send me cute texts. I tell myself thinking about stripping you down on the job is how we defeat capitalism. I never imagined actually doing it.”
“Whatdidyou imagine?” I slide his tie out from under his collar and toy with the top buttons of his shirt.
“I imagined somewhere private,” he whispers, removing his hat and resting it on the edge of his desk. I sense all of his thoughts with the way he works his hands down my body. Carter’s hands slide beneath my ass, dragging me closer to him. His grip tightens. Fuck. “I imagined maybe a bed. Or a wall…Or the floor. Wherever I could get you. But if I got to have you at all, I’d do whatever I had to. There’s no place I couldn’t imagine finding a way to fuck you. I can improvise in the name of making you moan.”
His words send a shiver down my spine and desperate heat into the pit of my stomach. Even if he hadn’t disabled the cameras, I’d take the risk in undressing him right here, because I don’t know if I can wait much longer. He brands me with bites and nips and strokes of his tongue, and I want his mouth everywhere. I want it between my breasts, between my legs. I seize his suspenders again, carefully sliding one over his shoulder, then the other. Between kisses, he unhooks them from his pants and groans my name.
They clang to the tile floor. No one cares where they land. I discard his jacket, which I’ve been wearing.
“You are so stunning,” he gasps. “Do you even know that?”
I nod. “I do. But I’ll hear it again. It sounds better coming from you than anyone else.”
His laugh ripples down my neck while he haphazardly slips one of my dress straps down.
“Keep going,” I plead.
Carter gives a silent nod as he slips his hand between my legs, inching the red sequined fabric of my dress to the side. The heel of his hand brushes the thin lace of my underwear. I shift with frustration and a need for more. He flashes the sexiest teasing grin at the wetness he finds there. “Tell me what got you here.”
