Trick Me Twice - Becca Steele Page 0,49

pulled her to him, and my eyes closed. I couldn’t watch. If only I could close my ears, too.

“What do you want, Tina?” His voice was bored, yet he was still holding her. “What was so important that you had to speak to me in private?”

“What do you think? I wanted to get you alone. Want me to give you a blowie?” Her voice grated on me, and I wanted to rake my nails down her face. Again. My eyes flew open, and I watched her caress the front of his jeans, unable to drag my gaze away even though I was only torturing myself. “Huh. Not feeling it today? Brewer’s droop, maybe?” Her voice was disappointed, and I found myself smiling.

He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Not today, Tee. Why don’t we go back down to the others? Shots?”

That seemed to appease her, and she nodded. “Yes! Got any of those apple ones?” They moved towards the door, and Carter opened it, letting Tina walk through first.

“I’ll see you down there. Just got to do something first.”

Then he closed the door.

Oh, no.

I pressed further back, and held my breath, trying not to make a sound. Then the next thing I knew, the wardrobe doors were being flung open, and he was yanking me out.

“Raine? What the actual fuck?”

Our bodies were aligned, and every part of me was pressed up against him, tingling with awareness. Panic overcame my reaction to his nearness, and I pushed away from him and ran for the door. I only made it two steps before he was behind me with his hand gripping my throat.

For a second, time slowed, and I was aware of everything. My harsh, unsteady breaths, the electric current of lust that was sparking between us, the goosebumps that were breaking out all over my skin. Then, he was spinning me around to face him, and his mouth was on mine.

I couldn’t resist him even if I’d wanted to. My lips parted, and I let him in, kissing him back, feeling his tongue slide against mine. He lifted me into his arms, and I wrapped my legs around him as he walked us backwards, our lips never leaving one another’s.

Spinning us, he pushed me down onto the bed and climbed on top of me, kissing me again. As he settled his heavy body between my legs, I felt his cock, hard as steel between us. My legs wrapped around his waist. “No brewer’s droop, hmm?” Tearing my mouth from his, I couldn’t resist teasing him, and he laughed against my lips, grinding his hips into me.

Lifting himself onto his elbows, he slid my top up, over my stomach. Dropping his head, he pushed down my bra cup and took my nipple into his mouth. He bit down lightly, and I moaned.

“Fuck, Raine.” His voice was a rough, tormented whisper. “Fuck.”

I slid my hands up his back to his broad shoulders. “Carter.”

At the sound of his name, he stilled, then raised himself above me. He blinked a few times, the haze of lust disappearing, replaced with a dark expression. “Wait. Why are you in my bedroom? How did you get in here?”

Oh. He was asking the difficult questions now. I was pinned in place, unable to move, and as I stared up at him, his jaw clenched. “Answer the fucking question.”

“I…um…” I licked my suddenly dry lips. “I…”

Turning his head, he scanned the room, and when he inhaled sharply, I followed his gaze to the desk. No. The top drawer wasn’t closed all the way. “Have you been snooping in here?” His voice was hard.

“I just wanted to see—”

“Is this about the money?” he interrupted me, hissing the words through gritted teeth.

The silence between us stretched, until it was unbearable, and the word fell from my lips.

“Yes.”

Hauling me off the bed, he shoved me in the direction of the door, sending me staggering into the wall. “Get. Out.”

“Carter, I—”

“Now.”

For a moment, we stared at each other. The unmistakable anger and hurt in his eyes was too much, and I realised what a mistake I’d made in coming here.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, then turned on my heel and left. There was nothing more I could say.

22

The car park in front of the large warehouse was completely full. After circling around fruitlessly, Lena spun the wheel and turned out of the car park, coming to a halt in front of a roll-up door with a “no parking” sign on it. “This’ll do. No one