Page 67 of Stand Your Ground
“No.”
The woman nearly pouted but must have thought better of it when I tilted my head in warning. She nodded graciously. “Of course. Enjoy your evening.”
As she turned to leave, I felt a low laugh rumble through Carter.
I turned my attention to him with my brow cocked. “Amused, are we?”
“A bit.”
“You’re mine tonight,” I murmured. I was a bit surprised how fiercely that possessiveness had taken me by the throat but I chose not to dwell on it. “They can look, but they don’t touch.”
“Whatever you say,Mistress.”
“Keep calling me that and I’m going to test that sex slave fantasy of yours.”
“Promise?”
I smirked, pinching his ribs. “Behave.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
I rolled my eyes, but when my gaze settled on Carter again, he was looking at me with reverence. His eyes flitted between mine, his brows subtly folding together.
“I really want to kiss you right now.”
My heart fluttered.
And then I surprised myself when I responded with, “Then ask.”
Carter stilled beneath me, but he paused only a moment before he was pulling me into him, sweeping my hair back, sliding that hand in to cradle my neck.
“May I kiss you?”
A simple nod was his only answer, and then his lips were on mine.
It was a starved kiss, one of a man denied for too long. He inhaled at the contact, brows pinching together more as he pulled me into him like he couldn’t get me close enough.
And I gave in, too. For one moment, I let myself not think about the consequences. I let myself play into the night and pretend it was all fun and games.
I let him kiss me.
And I kissed him back.
AndGod,it felt good.
“Come with me,” I said, pulling back and pressing my forehead to his.
He snuck one more kiss before asking, “Where?”
I stood, taking his hand in mine and dragging him up out of his chair as I answered.
“To a private room.”
Universe Speaking
Carter
The only other time my heart beat this fast and hard was in a playoff game.
