Page 2 of Carter

Great, I thought.

He completely just saw me checking out his lips. They look plump, soft, and incredibly kissable. His eyes hold my stare, and this whole situation feels so intense. I think I forgot to breathe. Carter does the same thing when I think I couldn’t be further away from a heart attack. His eyes slowly wander down my lips and then back to my eyes. I pull away instantly and go to the restroom and lock the door. That was too close, and I had to get a hold of myself.

God help me.

I take my seat once again opening my book hoping this will distract me. “So, what are you reading?” He questions, acting like what happened a few minutes ago didn’t happen. I bite my lip for a split second. “I’m reading Ryan Rule: New York Ruthless Series by Sadie Kincaid. Well, more like I’m rereading the series.”

“What’s it about?” He questions, moving closer to me again. Letting his hand rest where my arm was just resting a few seconds ago. Did he know that he made me nervous or something? Was he doing this on purpose? He smirks towards me, his eyebrow-raising as if he knows. He didn’t just hear my thoughts, did he? No, wait, that is impossible. You’re drunk, Leandra. Calm down.

“It’s a Reverse Harem about four Irish Mafia men,” I say quickly. I can feel the heat rising towards my cheeks. “Damn, naughty,” he comments. “So, are you into that sort of thing, men sharing you?” I scoff quietly. “I wouldn’t say that Carter. Trust me, I'd be too scared.”

“What about you, Carter? Are you into sharing?” I ask, genuinely interested in what his answer would be. He looks at me with a smirk before leaning close to my ear and whispering, “I don’t share what’s mine, Peach.” He pulls back, and I can swear that I can see the desire in his eyes at that moment. I roll my eyes. “So, you’re a possessive, jealous alpha then?” Carter nods. “Yeah, I suppose, but I’m more like a possessive, jealous beta” I instantly laugh. “Excuse me?” Forcing myself not to let my cheeks burn red. “You sound like one of the many book husbands I have. Beta huh? Like in a wolf pack.”

Carter’s face is full of amusement. “So, now you think I’m a shifter or something?” He laughs. “You're too funny, Leandra.”

“Well, if you’re not a shifter, what do you do, Carter?” I ask sarcastically.

“I have my own company in which I plan and design buildings,” he says, letting a hand run through his blondish hair. I can’t help but watch. He makes everything seem so goddamn effortless.

“So, like an architectural firm?” I question.

“Oh, it’s boring stuff. You wouldn’t be interested,” I frown at his words. “Can’t be as boring as law, which is what I do, so do you have an architectural firm?” I ask again.

“Yes, my company deals with planning and designing buildings for people around the world,” I look at him like he’s crazy. “And you think that’s boring?” I say, letting my eyebrow raise.

“Well, it’s not quite as interesting as fighting for the law is,” he says. I roll my eyes. “So, are you any good at designing then?” Carter nods. “I suppose,” Carter speaks, his lips twitching up again. When I look at him, his eyes almost glisten at me. He’s literally smiling with his eyes.

“What?” I question. “Nothing," he says, turning his attention to the flight attendant who has brought dessert for us both. Looking down at the cake in front of me, my mouth waters. It looks delicious. I thank Carter silently, as I know he is the one who ordered this for me, seeing as he probably noticed I didn’t eat anything earlier. When the first bite of chocolate cake touched my lips, I let out a nearly audible moan of delight. The cake was incredibly decadent and creamy, with layers of rich chocolate mousse, dark chocolate ganache, chocolate shavings, and a fresh raspberry compote.

“Wow, thank you, Carter'' I say as I place my fork down. “Good?” Carter says. His gaze drifts down to my lips as I stand there, causing me to feel momentarily paralyzed. His eyes then focus intently on the corner of my mouth.“You got a bit on your mouth,” he says, leaning closer to me. Using the same thumb he just put into his mouth, he lightly grazes it across my bottom lip.

Yep, I have officially stopped breathing. I gaze into his eyes as he moves at an excruciatingly slow pace. I feel a tremble start to course through me as my blood rushes through my body with alarming intensity. My lips tingle from his mere touch.

When he pulls his thumb away from me, I expect him to wipe it onto a napkin. But no, he puts it into his goddamn mouth and sucks. His eyes never leave mine. Why was I so fucking turned on right now? It wasn’t normal to be this sexually attracted to someone when I barely spent time with him. I bet he is amazing in bed. I mean, with that body and those hands. Okay, I need a timeout. I reach up to run a hand across my forehead. “Excuse me, “I manage to say.

Making my way through the Boeing Business Jet, I locate the bathroom and make it in. My legs feel like jelly from his simple touch on my lip. I walk over to the sink and splash some cool water on my face, hoping to calm down. Leaning over the sink, I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror and notice that my face has turned red like a tomato. I pray I didn't appear this flushed in front of Carter; if I did, I just want to die.

“Nothing will happen between you two. Nothing will happen,” I mumble to myself.

Chapter three

Carter

Lust is a dangerous feeling. Leandra was not only driving me wild but also toying with my mind. I found her inexplicably fascinating. It's baffling that I can hear her thoughts. According to the werewolf code, we can only hear the thoughts of our pack members or mate, but Leandra is undoubtedly not my mate. I would know it if she was.

I couldn't comprehend how or why I could hear her thoughts so vividly. I wasn’t just catching slight glimpses of her thoughts, what she was briefly thinking about. I could hear her whole thought process, especially when thinking about me. It was maddening, to say the least.

There was only so much of her naughty thoughts I could take. Her thinking I would be good in bed and thinking about recreating some of the sex scenes from her books was driving me mad with hunger. What puzzled me the most was that I couldn't hear her thoughts whenever she zoned out.

She had completely gone into her thoughts; it was like she was replaying something she remembered. But I couldn’t hear a thing. My mind was in disarray, and I couldn't help but stare at her. Her vivid thoughts kept pouring into my mind, making it almost impossible not to look at her. Of course, I was attracted to her. Who wouldn’t be?

Her long, curly, brunette hair cascaded around her face gracefully. Whenever she gazed at you with her honey-colored eyes, they emitted an air of curiosity and innocence that was hard to resist. Her adorable freckles that adorned her nose and cheeks only added to her charm.

Her smile.

Her sense of humor.

Her laugh.

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