Dropping The Ball - A New Year’s Billionaire Romance - Weston Parker Page 0,68

mouths together over and over again with his hands gentle but firm on my face and at the nape of my neck. Christmas carols were playing elsewhere in the building and drifted up at us from the streets.

It was a movie moment if I’d ever had one, but it was also so much more than that. Under the delicious pressure of his mouth, I felt like he was stripping me down to my core before slowly building me back up again.

All my worries and even the lie were left behind for now. The doubts weren’t part of the me I felt like when he kissed me like this. Like I was everything to him.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, playing with the soft strands of hair at the back of his head. My nails brushed against his scalp, and he moaned into my mouth.

The kiss was leisurely and lazy until that moment, but that sound acted like a starter pistol going off. One of his hands moved to my hip and squeezed while the other twisted into my hair. He leaned into me, half in front of me to push me into the loveseat with his chest.

My nipples puckered in my bra, sensitive little nubs that were begging for his attention. I held him closer, my hips moving as I tried to seek out any kind of friction. Even the seam of my jeans would do at this point.

“Did we have to make up now that my parents are here?” he murmured between kisses. “I feel like we’re about to get busted.”

I chuckled against his lips. “I know. It feels like we’re doing something naughty.”

“I’d like to do something naughty.” He pulled away just far enough that I could see him wagging his brows before he brought his nose to mine and ran it along the length. “Unless you’d like to keep talking.”

I balled my hands into fists on his chest, bunching up the material of his shirt in my palms. “Do you have anything else you need to tell me?”

“Nope.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “Except that I’m in desperate need of a cold shower right now.”

“How about we make it a hot shower, and I’ll take it with you?”

I didn’t want this distance between us any longer. A week had been more than enough for me. We still had some ways to go before everything would be fine again, but we didn’t have to figure it all out today. I was ready to move past it.

Pretty ready. Almost ready. Ready enough.

Carter’s grip on me tightened, and he nodded before shifting away from me. “I could definitely go for a hot shower if you’re in it with me.”

He took a few big gulps of air, raked his fingers through his hair, and then stood up before offering me a hand. “We’re going to have to be quiet on the stairs. They usually sleep with their door open.”

Heat rushed to my cheeks. “You don’t think they’ve already seen us, do you?”

“Doubt it. There’s a tub in their en suite and a TV in the room. I’m willing to bet Mom’s soaking in the bath and Dad’s watching the news. It’s their routine.”

I took his hand and allowed him to pull me up. “We’ll be quiet, then.”

It was a little weird to think we were sneaking around in my own house, but it also made me feel younger again. Like the girl I used to be was finally getting to make out with him in secret.

I giggled when we got to my bathroom and he shut the door firmly behind him. “I just realized we’re about to make one of my earliest fantasies come true.”

Smirking as he stalked up to me, he tugged his shirt off in one smooth move and caged me in against the shower door with his hands on either side of my shoulders. “Is that so? I think you should tell me more about it,” he said, his voice husky.

My gaze dropped to his broad chest, and my fingertips followed my eyes there. I flashed him a flirty smile, my fingers walking along the hard ridges of his abdomen. “Well, it might also be one I’ve revisited recently.”

His heart hammered against me when he pushed my body into the cool glass behind me. “Are you serious? Did you do something about it?”

I nodded, tugging my lip between my teeth as I stared into his darkened eyes. His pupils were blown, his lids heavy, and