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“Sounds fun.”
He laid her back, gently, pressing his warm, naked frame over her. He kissed her lips, then her neck, then her breasts, one by one. His hands followed the path paved by his lips, touching her over-sensitised skin until she was about to boil over.
His lips chased lower, to her flat stomach. “I’m so glad my dad brought you to his party.”
She hit his shoulder playfully. “Let’s not talk about your father.” She couldn’t even think of him. It was one of the major stumbling blocks she had to even daring to dream that this could turn into something else. There were many other reasons that it wasn’t possible, but Hank was, indeed, a major roadblock.
His mouth brushed against her upper thigh, and she sucked in a deep breath. His fingers followed, tracing, teasing until finally, he brought them to her entrance. He watched her face as he invaded her body. Watched the way she arched her back and cried out.
Her responsiveness alone never failed to make him hard. He stood and moved his body over her, so that he could enter her. He moved quickly; his need was desperate, and so was hers. His hands lit fires in her flesh as they touched her skin. She lifted her knees to the ceiling and put her fingers above her head. Her cheeks flushed with desire as she cried out, her orgasm matched by his in intensity.
He watched her try to regain a hold of her control and moved a little, shifting his weight. He ran a finger around her nipple.
“Stay tonight.”
She bit down on her lip. “For a little bit,” she agreed, resting her head on his chest. “But I really do have to go soon.”
He nodded, and reached for the lamp. He clicked it off, plunging them into darkness.
The next thing Jane was aware of was the light streaming in the window. They’d forgotten to shut the curtains, but that was not the problem. “Shit!” She jumped out of bed, waking Carter with the sudden movement.
He sat up immediately. “What is it?”
“It’s morning!” She almost fell over in her haste to pull her underwear back on. “Where are my jeans?” She found them, thrown over the far side of the room in a moment of passion the night before. “Shoot, shoot, shoot.”
Her phone was in the pocket, battery almost dead. She tapped out a text to Jenna.
I’m so sorry! I fell asleep. Can you give Anita money for lunch and I’ll pay you back later? So sorry!
She didn’t pause to put a bra on. Her shirt went on without it, then the scarf.
She’s gone already, but I made her a sandwich. Nigella Lawson, eat your heart out.
Jane shook her head. That’s not your job! Thank you, but I’m sorry. I’ll see you tonight.
“Damn it! How could you let me fall asleep?” She demanded, irrationally angry with Carter.
“Hey.” He stood up, his expression so sweetly miffed that it infuriated her further. “What is going on? I know you like your privacy. That much is obvious. But why don’t you tell me what’s so urgently waiting for you at home. Or who?”
“Because, Carter, one day soon, you’re going to move on. You’ll meet someone else. Someone who’s more ‘your type’, and I’m going to become an inconvenience you don’t want. You’re going to disappear, and the less you know about my life, the easier that will be for you to do. So don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to.” She glared at him. “And don’t push me to stay over. I can’t do it.” She reached for his hand and angled it so she could see the time on his watch. She was going to be late for her meeting with Thomas, and that had never happened to her before.
“I have to go.” She grabbed her handbag from the floor and ran out. It was the first time she left without a lingering goodbye kiss, and Carter dwelled on that fact most of the day.
Are you still fuming? He messaged, just as she was sitting down to lunch, several hours later.
Jane smiled, shaking her head. No. I got my stuff done. And for the briefest of moments, it was kind of nice waking up beside you.
I’m glad you think so. I’m hoping we can work out a way to relax your day policy eventually.
She didn’t reply. There would not be an ‘eventually’ for them. Not with how their relationship had come about. The phone blinked beside her, glaring at her, until she finally picked it back up again. I could come to the thing with you tonight?
No immediate reply. She felt like she’d walked out onto the edge of a precipice. Finally: No, it’s boring. Stay home… and charge your phone!
It rankled, for some reason. I won’t find it boring if I’m with you.
A long silence. Then, her phone began to ring. It surprised her. He’d never called before.
She answered, unable to keep the smile from her voice.
