27. Carter

Chapter 27

Carter

B earing witness to a woman’s orgasm by my hands is the single greatest experience. Or at least, it was. But now, as I glance down at the beautiful woman beneath me, I have a new favourite: being the reason Lara comes undone.

Her eyes are closed, head tilted backwards as she tries to regulate her breathing. I watch as a sated smile graces her lips, feeling pretty pleased with myself. I lick my lips, the taste of her sparking fresh arousal. My cock is unbearably hard and has been since the moment our lips touched on the staircase.

It rattles me how strongly Lara affects me, yet she has no idea of the power she has.

“Shit.” The word is said on an exhale. I can’t take my eyes off her; the heavy rise and fall of her chest, the slow uncrumpling of the sheets from her fists, the way her eyelashes flutter open, and I’m greeted by two glorious pools of ocean blue.

Although the hotel room is dim, Lara’s face glows brightly. She lets out a satisfied sigh, grinning up at me, and my chest almost explodes. She’s breathtaking. It’s hard to ignore the slight ache this causes, knowing she’s only mine for this evening.?

Despite wanting to stay there forever, I remove myself from between Lara’s thighs, coming to lie beside her while she recovers. I prop myself up on an elbow, gaze raking over her pretty face.

“How are you doing down there?” I keep my tone light and teasing, but the question itself is genuine; I have this overwhelming urge to make sure she’s okay.

“Carter,” she exhales in disbelief, rolling onto her side to face me. “I really don’t think you need the ego boost, but I can’t lie, that was fucking incredible. You are incredible.”

I shrug my shoulders, hoping it comes off as casual, even though I’m the complete opposite. Pride flows through me at the thought of being the only person to have brought her this level of pleasure. “Does that mean it was more than adequate ?”

Lara chokes out a laugh, still regaining her breath. “Absolutely. The men back home could learn a thing or two from you.”

“Watch out, you’ll inflate my huge ego with that sort of talk.”

“Speaking of huge things . . .” Lara trails off, pushing herself up from the mattress. She begins to slide a hand down my stomach, but I catch it before she can descend too far. Fuck, if her hand got any closer to my dick, all self-control would go out the window.

“You don’t want to finish?” Lara glances at me curiously, the slightest look of concern detracting from her flirtatious tone.

“This was about you, not me.”

I’m lying stomach down across the bed when Lara emerges from the ensuite bathroom. She tried insisting I shower first, given she’d take longer, but my persistence won out. My heart skips a beat—she’s in nothing but a towel. Several water droplets cling to the delicate skin of her decolletage, but my attention is stolen by the few that roll down between her breasts. They beckon to me like a moth to a flame.

“As comfortable as you look, you’re going to need to move over a little.” Her voice, sweet as honey, pulls my gaze back to her face. There’s a teasing smirk playing on her lips. It makes me want to yield to her every desire.

I push myself up, pulling my legs crossed beneath me. “I was serious about sleeping on the chaise, it doesn’t bother me in the slightest. I’d rather you were comfortable.”

With a tilt of her head and a dip of her brow, she pins me with her stare. “And I was serious about that being ridiculous. Given the way you were sprawled out, I think there’s more than enough room for the two of us and a pillow wall.”

A. Pillow. Wall.

This isn’t how I saw the sleeping arrangement going, but I’ll be damned if I let her see any disappointment or surprise on my face. I meant what I said about her being comfortable, and if that means I sleep up against a wall of fucking pillows, then so be it. Although I doubt I’ll get much sleep knowing she’s lying there, within arm’s length but out of reach.

“We better get constructing then.” I slide down the bed, pulling the duvet down with me. I’m about to reach for the pillows when I hear a muffled sound. When I turn around, I’m met with a red-faced Lara, one hand over her mouth and the other holding her stomach. Upon seeing my face, the howling laugh is set free.

“Oh fuck, the look on your face was priceless ,” she says between heaving breaths. “I’m messing with you Carter, there’s no need for a pillow wall.”

I can’t help but join in; her laughter is contagious.

Once we’ve gathered ourselves, I’m given a second of reprieve—she wants to sleep beside me.

Will she want to cuddle? Should I offer that? Would she slap me for even mentioning it?

A myriad of thoughts runs rampant as we stand here gazing at each other. Significantly reducing the space between us, I try to calm my racing heart as I lean towards her ear. “I’ll remember this, Miss Matthews.” A shudder flows through her, but I continue. “Do you have a preferred side?”

Our lips are painfully close as she tilts her head up. The ghost of a smile plays on her lips. “Left.” Before I get the chance to do something stupid—like kiss her—she averts her gaze to my lower half, gesturing to the trousers I’m still wearing. “Are you sleeping like that?”

I couldn’t think of anything worse than sleeping in these, especially after having worn them all day, but I’d do it without batting an eyelid if she asked me to.

“Will that make you more comfortable?”

She lets out a small sigh, her hand landing softly on my bicep. “I appreciate the consideration, Carter, but stop worrying about me so much. However you want to sleep is fine by me, but I’ll judge you if it’s in trousers.”

“Spare your judgement because I’ll be losing them quick smart.” I make my way to the right side of the bed but stop short of undoing my button when I clock Lara still standing there motionless. That’s when I realise she has nothing to sleep in, because there’s no way her office attire would be comfortable. Luckily for her, I’m more than willing to give her the shirt off my back—literally. Reaching down, I collect up my shirt. “ Here,” I say, bundling it up and tossing it in her direction, “you can sleep in this.”

“Oh, thanks.” Her cheeks turn a darker shade of pink. She returns to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Except it doesn’t latch, swinging open slightly. From where I stand, I have the perfect view of her in the bathroom mirror. Transfixed, I’m unable to tear my eyes away as she undoes the towel fixture, letting it fall to the floor. The moment it hits the ground, her eyes meet mine in the reflection.

Shit, I’ve been caught. Deciding to play it cool and deal with the consequences later, I hold her gaze. My breathing shallows when she smiles at me. It’s a sexy, closed-lip smile, and it pulls at something deep within me. It’s getting harder to breathe as she begins dressing in my shirt at a teasing pace, dragging her fingernails along the soft skin of her breasts when she pulls each side to the centre. All the while, her eyes never leave mine.

She leaves the buttons undone and turns towards the door. Without a word, she closes the door completely. I’m able to take a full breath for the first time since she emerged from the bathroom looking heaven-sent.

I’m still replaying the encounter five minutes later when the bathroom door unlatches. Something short circuits in my brain as Lara wanders out in my still unbuttoned shirt, rounds the bed, and climbs in. Lying her head on the pillow, she eyes me suspiciously. “No funny business, Mister.”

Chuckling, I raise a hand in protest. “I’m sorry, which one of us is currently lying here practically on full display?”

“I didn’t hear you complaining when I caught you staring,” she says smugly.

“I’d be a fool to complain about a view like that.” Her eyes flare briefly, and I continue before she can respond. “Agreed; no funny business.” That delightful laugh warms my heart as I give her a small salute.

“Sleep well, Miss Matthews,” I say with a smirk as she rolls the other way. My cock strains harder than ever as I wander into the bathroom to shower.