Page 85 of No More Secrets
“I could push you against this pillar.” He nudged her forward until her hands met coarse brick. He kissed her behind the ear. “And I could slide my hand up your dress.”
He gripped her shoulder and held her in place while his free hand roamed down between their bodies under the hem of her skirt.
“Carter!” A sharp whisper. A warning.
He skimmed his fingers down the gauzy material, following it from back to front. “I could slam my fingers into you right here.” He pressed the pads of his fingers against the wet spot they found. “I could make you come.”
“Carter.” This time his name was a dark plea on her lips.
He pressed a kiss to the side of her face as his fingers worked in a tight little circle, teasing, tempting. She shuddered against him.
“I could do all that.” His lips brushed against her ear. “But I won’t.”
Carter withdrew his hand and smoothed the layers of her skirt. “Yet.”
Summer blew out a breath. “How do you do that?” She spun around and thumped him soundly on the chest.
“Do what?” He secured her hand, brought it to his mouth.
“Make me forget where we are and what I’m supposed to be doing. How do you make all that disappear so all I can think about is how empty I am without you inside me?”
It was Carter’s turn to groan. He tried to adjust his erection, but it did nothing to relieve the pressure that had built so rapidly. He had wanted to tease her, not lose all control.
Now, she was watching him, cocky and proud of herself.
“You will be punished,” he growled.
“We’ll see. In the meantime, I hope you can control that before all those cameras are on you in the front row.” She smiled innocently.
“I know I shouldn’t, but I really like this mean, manipulative streak you’ve got going on,” Carter sighed. “Now, please go away so I can get my blood back up to my brain. I can’t look at you in that dress right now.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Carter was able to pull himself together in time to take his seat on an uncomfortable bench between Summer and Katherine. Thankfully, he had the foresight to grab one of the gallery programs. He held it, rolled up, in his hand and could use it to cover his crotch in case the situation got out of control again.
“Remember, don’t smile, don’t check your phone. Ignore the cameras. Just look at the clothes and frown like you’re intrigued,” Summer whispered in his ear as the lights dimmed.
“You owe me so much for this,” he whispered back.
“I intend to pay up,” she promised.
The show served as a distraction from how much he wanted to touch her. Lights pulsed in time with club music as model after model strutted down the raised runway dressed in clothing no normal woman would be caught wearing to the office or out to dinner.
The flashes from cameras were blinding. He didn’t know how the models didn’t get stunned by the light and trampled.
Carter couldn’t help but notice that not one of the half-naked women parading past stirred him. They were supposed to be the epitome of female beauty. Yet they held no interest for him.
Summer had ruined other women for him and, if he hadn’t already done so, he fully intended to ruin other men for her this weekend.
Katherine leaned over and whispered something about the color rose quartz being big for fall, which had the flashes from cameras dancing in his eyes again.
The show ended with the designer, a Korean man with a smile so perfect an orthodontist would weep, joining the models on the runway and offering the audience a bow and a double wave.
Carter stifled a sigh of relief as the crowd began to disperse. Katherine said a swift good-bye, kissing him on both cheeks, before departing.
“Okay, champ, pressure’s off,” Summer said, pulling him with her through a doorway and into an empty windowless gallery. “What do you think this is?” she mused, staring at the huge canvas of shapes and textures.
“A car crash,” Carter answered, stepping in behind her and pulling her against him. He was hard. She could feel the length of his cock pressing into her lower back.
