is hiding her feelings well, but I can read her like an open book.
“So, time is the problem?”
She nods slowly.
I pull out my phone and dial my assistant. “Ruby, I need you to get me and Victoria new clothes. Work professional and have them delivered to my hotel room in thirty minutes.” I hang up the phone. “Clothes are taken care of.”
She swallows hard, realizing that I’m going to win.
“Anything else I need to take care of for you to ensure that we have plenty of time?”
“We don’t have time to have sex again. We both need to shower and get ready.” She straightens the clothes she is wearing, fighting her grip on her blouse, trying to keep it closed so that I can’t see even an inch of her skin.
I hold my hand out again. “Then, we will shower together.”
She stares into my eyes and then places her soft hand into mine.
I grab her hand and pull her up from the bed until she is pressed against my body.
“What did you do to me?” she whispers.
I smirk. “I’m making you want me more than you hate me.”
I grab her face and kiss her. Hard. This is what she needs to remember how badly she wants me.
Her tongue immediately pushes into my mouth, her hands grab the nape of my neck, and she moans when I stop the kiss.
“That’s all you’ve got?” she teases.
“How did I never notice you before?”
I tuck her messy hair behind her ear even though it’s about to get even messier.
“Because you’re an idiot.”
I grin and grab her hand again. I lead her into the bathroom, hoping to God the shower is big enough to hold both of us.
It is.
I need to remember to give Ruby, my assistant, a raise for getting me this hotel room with a large shower.
As soon as we get into the bathroom, Victoria attacks me. She kisses me like she thinks this is the last time she ever will again. That can’t happen.
She rips my shirt off my shoulders and then jumps back, shocked.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
She holds her hands over her mouth as she stares at the mirror behind me. I glance over my shoulder and see the blood dripping down my back.
She spins me around and gingerly touches me on the back. “Did I do that?”
I chuckle. “Yes.”
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t—”
I turn around and grab her wrists, forcing her to stop touching me. “Don’t apologize. You don’t get to be sorry for showing me how badly you wanted me. I’m sure I deserved it anyway.”
She grimaces, and I know she is still thinking about the wounds she caused on my back. Funny how, a few minutes earlier, she would have been more than happy to give me scars like that on my back. She wanted to rip me apart, but now, she wants to apologize. I think I prefer her wanting to rip me apart.
I lift her up as she squeals in my arms.
“What are you doing?”
I carry her into the shower and turn on the water; it’s freezing cold.
She squeals louder. “Carter, stop!”
“No.”
I kiss her as the cold water slowly starts to warm up as it pours over our still partially clothed bodies. But it quickly shuts her up, and she forgets about being sorry.
I link our fingers together as we kiss, nibble, lick. The water turns warm, and I kiss down her body, needing to touch every single place on her skin. Her grip on my hands tightens as I take her nipple into my mouth.
“Yes,” she moans as I swirl my tongue around her nipple.
I turn her around and push her skirt down her body. I grab on to her ass. Her hands grab on to the shower wall.
I reach into my back pocket and pull out my last condom. Damn it. I should have told Ruby to get me more condoms as well.
Victoria reaches back, pulling at my pants, wanting me. Now.
I grin. “Touch yourself.”
I don’t have to tell her twice. I watch as her hand slips down her body. Little whimpers leave her body as she turns herself on. I’m not sure whether I want to turn her around to get a better view or fuck her right now.
I push my pants down and slide the condom on as the noises she makes get louder and louder.
“You’d better fuck me now, or I’m going to come without you,” she says in a snarky voice.