Dropping The Ball - A New Year’s Billionaire Romance - Weston Parker Page 0,69

his lips parted. “What if I did?”

“Show me,” he demanded before taking a step back and bringing me with him. Once there was enough distance between us and the door, he opened it and flicked the tap on. While we waited for the water to heat up, he started undressing me.

I pushed up on my toes, kissing him hard while my hands worked on his belt. Our movements were frenzied, hurried as we parted only for my sweater to pass over my head before our mouths clashed again.

Steam rose from the cubicle, making the air warm and humid. Carter lifted me against him and carried me inside. I thought he’d put me down but he didn’t. Keeping our bodies molded together, he pressed me up against the far wall and kissed me even harder.

My legs were wrapped around his hips, his erection right where I wanted it. “Have you been tested recently?”

The words came spilling out between kisses, but he broke them off to look at me with a frown between the dark slashes of his brows. “Yeah. Why? It’s part of our physicals at work. We do one every quarter.”

“Have you been with anyone since the last one?”

He shook his head. “Only you.”

“I went through just about every test known to man before I got cleared for performing. I’m clean. I’m also on birth control.”

I saw his pulse jump at the base of his jaw. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying we don’t have to stop to get a condom if you don’t want to. I don’t want to. I’ve never been with anyone without one, and I want it to be you.”

Would some consider me stupid for trusting him so completely after I’d just found out he’d lied to me? Perhaps, but they didn’t know him the way I did. He kept telling me he wasn’t a liar but I already knew that about him. I knew who he was fundamentally, which meant I also knew he wouldn’t ever do anything that would hurt me.

Not intentionally anyway.

He slammed his mouth down on mine in response to my question, growing impossibly longer and thicker between my legs. He kissed me so deeply that I felt like he was trying to fuse his soul to mine, trying to brand me onto his as surely as he was marking mine.

We stayed that way for a long time, our hips gently rocking against each other while we devoured the other’s mouth. The water spraying off his back and dripping over his forehead and shoulders made our bodies slick, our skin sliding together everywhere we touched.

He slowed our kiss eventually, bringing his heated gaze to mine. “There’s nothing I want more than to be the first one inside you without anything between us, but I don’t expect it, Ry. I’ve got condoms in my wallet, which is still in my pocket right outside.”

“I know you don’t expect it. Maybe that’s one of the reasons why I want it to be you.” Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit. I sucked in a deep breath before offering the truth. “I used to want it to be you. I wanted everything with you, and as soon as I saw you again, even though I didn’t know it was you, I felt it all again for the first time.”

Carter kept his eyes on mine but sucked in a quiet breath as he shook his head. My heart skipped when I thought he meant that he didn’t feel the same, but then he smiled. “I can’t believe what an idiot I was. If I’d had any idea you felt that way… but we can make up for it now. No more wasting time.”

“No more wasting time,” I agreed.

It took some maneuvering, and it wasn’t completely comfortable, but he got himself positioned at my opening and pushed forward slowly. My head dropped back against the wall, the discomfort fading when he moved inside me.

We alternated between kissing and looking into each other’s eyes. Carter’s muscles were taut with restraint, his breaths shuddering, and the strong column of his throat working.

“I still want to know about these fantasies of yours,” he whispered, “but I want you to come for me first.”

It was a combination of the low, commanding timbre of his voice, the look in his eyes, and how he felt inside and against me that did it. My lower belly tightened, my hips making the slightest adjustment to feel him against my clit.

I moaned when he reached between us, leveraging my weight against