He pulls my earlobe between his teeth and slips a hand into my panties. I whimper at the feel of him cupping me and the gentle pressure of his fingers poised between my thighs.

“Please,” I repeat. “Carter . . .” I part my legs and lift a knee, hooking a leg around his waist to urge his hand where I need it. But he’s too stubborn to give me what I want.

“What about your rules?”

“I don’t care about my rules.”

When he pulls his hand away, I nearly scream in frustration, but then he releases my wrists and wraps his arms around me, picking me up.

Squealing, I wrap my arms behind his neck and laugh as he carries me to the bed. “I can walk.”

“What fun would that be?” His voice is husky and his eyes hot on me as he lowers me to the mattress.

Holding his gaze, I remove my bra. He licks his lips and reaches for me. I lift my hips, helping him peel off my panties. He throws them to the floor, and the rest of his clothes follow in a frantic rush of both our hands. Then he’s nude in front of me, and my mouth goes dry with need as I take in his muscled form, his impressive erection.

I part my legs and crook my finger, urging him forward, but he doesn’t crawl on top of me. He looks me over. Slowly. Thoroughly.

“Nice shoes,” he says, his gaze skimming down my legs to where my heels are still strapped to my feet.

I grab his wrist and tug. “Come here.”

“Oh, hell no. Not when I have a fantasy right at my fingertips.” He drops to his knees, slides his hands under my ass, and tugs me forward, positioning each of my legs over his shoulders before he lowers his mouth between my thighs and licks me in one long, smooth stroke.

I gasp, my hands in his hair and tugging. I don’t know what I want. More of this? Him on top of me? More of everything. He splays a hand on my stomach and teases me with his tongue and lips, tasting and sucking on my sensitive flesh.

When he lifts his head and meets my eyes from between my legs, he asks, “Have you ever thought about this? About me, here?”

“Yes,” I whimper.

He licks me again—a reward and a promise. His greedy hands graze my stomach and thighs as he pushes the limits of my pleasure. Yes, I’ve imagined this. More times than I’d ever admit. But I never knew how much the chemistry between us would heighten my body’s physical reactions. I should’ve known. How many times, alone with my hand, did I picture him to get me there? How many times did my fantasies of a faceless lover become Carter?

When he thrusts a finger inside me and licks my clit, I arch off the bed and bite down on a cry. He pulls back, those fingers moving in and out of me, his eyes smoky and hot as he flicks his gaze from between my legs to my face and back again. “I want to hear you,” he says.