Hate to Date You (Dating #4) - Monica Murphy Page 0,70

and I can hear him drawing closer as he walks down the hall.

“In my room,” I tell him, quickly sitting up and running my hands through my hair before I settle once more against the pillows.

He appears in the doorway, the epitome of the businessman returning home after a hard day’s work. He’s already shed his jacket and is loosening his tie, his white button-down shirt wrinkled. When he spots me on the bed, his eyes widen and a wicked smile curves his perfect lips. “What do you we have here?”

Bored from waiting for him, I ended up digging through my drawer full of good lingerie from Bliss. I found a nude lace bodysuit—really it just looks like a one-piece swimsuit, only with thin lacy straps and the fabric is completely see-through—that still had the price tag on it. Two hundred and fifty dollars, though I got Sarah’s twenty-five percent off discount that she gives to friends, so you do the math. So expensive, I can’t believe I bought it. Weirder still, I can’t believe I’ve never worn it.

Until now.

For Carter.

“You like it?” I send him a serene smile, thrusting my chest out as best I can. I’m lying on my side, draped across the bed, my legs crossed at the ankles.

“I fucking love it.” He’s still standing in the doorway, his gaze sweeping over me, and my skin warms. “What did I do to deserve this?”

“You worked late on a Saturday. Plus, I got bored. And I found this.” I wave my hand at the skimpy lingerie I’m wearing. He can see everything. And I mean everything. My nipples. Pubic hair. If I rolled over on my back and spread my legs, he’d see it all.

But I have to keep an air of mystery, don’t I?

“It’s see-through,” he says.

I widen my eyes and part my lips, glancing down at my chest before I return my gaze to his. “No. Really?”

Chuckling, he braces his hands on either side of the doorway, leaning into the room but not quite stepping inside. “I wasn’t expecting this.”

“Of course not. I planned it that way.” I smile at him. “Surprise.”

He lets go of the doorframe and enters the room, stopping at the foot of the bed as he strips himself of his tie. He tosses it on the floor, and then starts working on his shirt buttons. “I’m starving.”

“Maybe you could snack on me first.” Oh my God, who am I right now? I almost want to say, just kidding! But I press my lips together when I see the heat flare in his blue eyes.

Heat flares within me too, settling between my legs.

Without a word I roll over onto my back, my shoulders and head propped on the pillows, my gaze locked on his as I slowly part my legs, giving him a private glimpse.

His gaze darkens, his fingers flying over the buttons on his shirt, and he tears it off, flinging it onto the floor. Next he works his belt, the buckle clanking as it lands, his pants gone in seconds, his shoes flying across the room. He even bends over and quickly yanks off his socks, and when he stands up straight, his erection is making a major tent in the front of his black boxer briefs.

Everything inside of me turns to liquid. Every time we’re together like this, it gets better. Better and better and better.

I didn’t think it was possible, that it could be so good with someone. That it could continue to be so good.

Carter presses his knee into the mattress, halting his progress as he contemplates me. I was kind of hoping he’d shed the boxer briefs, but this will work. “I’d come home early every night if I knew you were waiting for me like this.”

I laugh. “Next time I’ll send you a photo.”

See how easily I say next time? It’s a little scary.

He raises a brow. “Promise?”

My laughter dies, arousal rising within me. His voice just got deeper, and he has that almost…feral look on his face. The one that appears right before he pounces on me. “If that’s what you want, sure.”

“That’s what I want.” He crawls onto the bed, heading straight for me. “You’re what I want.” He wraps his fingers around my ankle, bringing my foot to his mouth so he can drop a soft kiss to my ankle. “You are a sight to see, Stel.”

His gaze is zeroed in on the spot between my legs that’s exposed, thin, nude-colored lace covering