lips are all it takes to make me forget about everything other than him.
The kiss ends all too soon.
I laugh when I see his face.
“What?” he asks.
“You have red lipstick…” I run my thumb across his lip to get rid of the lipstick.
He grabs my hand again and pulls me to a limo.
“A limo? Really? Don’t you think it will make our relationship more obvious instead of trying to get us to blend in?”
The limo driver opens the door for me, and I climb into the shiny black car. I immediately regret saying anything negative about the limo. I’ve never ridden in one, and this thing is beautiful. Leather seats, tons of room, and I can have Carter all to myself instead of him being distracted with driving.
Carter slides in next to me. “Want some champagne?” he asks, his voice sounding nervous.
“I’m not really a champagne person.”
“Me neither, but it’s what you are supposed to drink in a limo.”
Carter moves over to the limo’s built-in bar. His body looks yummy in his dark suit that somehow looks nicer than the ones he wears for work. He quickly comes back with two glasses and a bottle.
The driver begins driving without a word as Carter pours us each a glass of champagne. I should look out the window to see where we are going, but I don’t want to do anything but be here with Carter. We might not get too many other dates like this for a long time, and I’m going to make the most of it.
I hold up my glass to Carter.
He does the same. “To the best night of our lives.”
I grin and clink my glass with his. I take a drink.
Carter rubs my earlobe as he studies me.
“What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking, I’m going to fuck up all my plans for tonight.”
“Maybe you should tell me what your plans are, and then I can tell you if they are crap or not.”
The limo takes a hard turn, and Carter falls into my lap, losing his drink. Our lips are close together as the electricity between us comes alive. One hand caresses my neck while his other hand is gripping my ass.
I grin because I do know one thing that I definitely want right now. “Fuck me.”
Carter’s eyes light up at that. He crawls up my body, kissing every inch of bare skin that he can find as he works his way up to my lips.
“You’re a naughty girl,” he says against my lips.
“A naughty girl who’s yours,” I say. Every fiber in my body aches for him. Every breath I breathe is because I want to consume his breath. Everything inside me draws me closer to him, wanting him like no man I’ve ever known before.
He kisses me, and I know it’s true. I’m his. I don’t want any other man’s lips on me.
And Carter is mine. I don’t know how to tell him, but there is no way I’m going to be okay with watching him and Lily kiss again. They can pretend to date, hold hands even, but I don’t think I can handle anything more than that.
His lips move to my neck, kissing every inch of my skin, while his hand tangles in my hair, undoing all of my hard work.
I groan, loving the combination of rough and soft kisses on my neck and earlobes.
“You have to be quiet,” Carter whispers against my neck before he nibbles on my earlobe.
I feel the excitement grow deep in my belly. A feeling that there is no way of containing.
I bite my lip, trying to keep from screaming, but I can’t. I moan louder than I did the first time when his lips devour my neck again.
I feel his grin against my skin.
“You’re not very good at obeying me, are you?”
I exhale deeply. “You wouldn’t be with me if I were.”
His fingers travel down my neck and over my cleavage before he grabs my breast. I suck in a deep breath.
“You’re right. I want a strong woman who will challenge me on everything.”
His hands grab the top of my dress, and I know what’s coming.
“Don’t you dare,” I pant.
He gives me a wicked grin. And then he rips the dress apart, exposing my black lace bra and panties.
“You’re going to pay for that.”
He sits back on my lap, staring at me. “Oh, I plan on it.”
He grabs my hips, and in one motion, he flips me until I’m straddling his lap. I grab his button-down shirt and