I fling myself backward, scrambling on my hands and knees across the floor, crashing into the nearest pile of blankets as I dive for my phone. It keeps shrieking through the silence like some cursed plastic demon, as I stab at the screen with shaky fingers, praying to every God that’s ever existed.
Ma-maybe, he didn’t hear it over the shower?
Yeah right you stupid bitch.
Before I can bolt, before I can save myself from the embarrassment, a single drop of water splashes onto my hand. My heart stutters in my chest as I slowly tilt my head up, already knowing what I’m going to see but completely unprepared for it.
Carter towers above me, and steam emits around his frame like it knows it’s not the hottest thing in the room. His towel rides low on his hips, his sharp V-lines on display. His skin glistens with water, each drop sliding over sculpted muscle and black ink like it’s being drawn just for me.
Lord, have mercy on my soul.
His broad chest rises and falls with every ragged breath, his muscles flex with each minimal movement as he barely holds his towel. Light blue eyes burn down at me as I kneel at his feet, and when his mouth curves into that slow, lethal smirk, I know I’m not walking away from this.
He tilts his head. “You like what you heard, princess?”
My cheeks flush. Still, I push up onto my feet, refusing to flinch. I meet his gaze head-on, chest rising in uneven breaths as I force out a mocking smile.
“Too bad I didn’t get to see any of it,” I bite back, even though my heart is trying to beat its way out of my chest.
His grin spreads. “You want a show?” he says, “or are you just here to finally admit you’re dying to be fucked?”
Before I can answer, he gently grips my wrists and guides me into the steam-filled bathroom like he’s done it a thousand times in his head.
Without a second thought, he lets the towel drop, entering the shower again.
Holy fuck.
Carter Hayes is fucking huge.
His cock bobs free, already heavy in his hand as he wraps his fingers around the base and strokes once, slow and sure, my knees nearly buckle at the sight.
“Do you see what you do to me, Catalina?” he growls. “I fucking ache when I’m near you.”
My mouth instantly waters. My eyes drop to where his hand is working his length, slow and lazy like he’s got all the time in the world while I stand here losing my goddamn mind.
I rip his oversized t-shirt over my head and climb into the shower with him, the hot water hitting my skin like a jolt. My body collides with his, slick skin against slick skin, and Carter finally snaps.
He lowers his face to mine, breath hot against my ear, his voice dropping to a sinful whisper.
“Look at you,” he rasps, “so fucking desperate for my cock, darlin’.”
The need inside me is blinding. I shove him back against the tiled wall, my fingers threading through his thick, wet hair, yanking him down as I crash my mouth to his. Our kiss is savage, wild, teeth clashing, tongues tangling, like neither of us can get enough.
I whimper against him, feeling the hard press of his cock against my stomach, my legs weak from the sheer wantflooding through me.
“Please,” I gasp.
He pulls back just enough to smirk down at me, his hand curling possessively around the back of my neck. “Please what, baby?”
I glare up at him, breathless, ready to explode if he doesn’t touch me properly in the next second. “Please,” I growl, dragging my nails lightly down his chest, “fuck me.”
He lifts me effortlessly, gripping my ass tightly in his rough hands as he hauls me up against his body. I wrap my arms around his neck, yanking him closer as I slam my mouth against his, sucking gently on his lower lip. His whole body trembles, and a deep growl vibrates from his chest straight into mine.
God, my pussy is throbbing so bad it hurts.
Still holding me easily, he grabs the thick base of his cock, dragging his crown along my soaked slit, teasing me, rubbing slow, lazy circles around my entrance, coating himself in my slick.
“You feel that, princess?” he growls against my neck. “Your pretty little pussy’s already begging for me, fucking soaked just from riding my thigh.”
