Untouchable (Untouchables, 1)

“When did you relocate?” I ask him.

“When I was 13. My mom needed a change in scenery.” He misses a beat, then adds, “Dad had an affair.”

“Oh. But you look down on men who have affairs,” I remind him.

“Sure do,” he agrees. “Never said I liked my father.”

Sighing, I settle my hands on his arms around my waist and lean back into him. “I really want to like you.”

Nuzzling his face into my neck, he murmurs, “You should. I recommend it.”

“I really don’t want you making me feel stupid and letting other girls blow you.”

“I didn’t. I swear.” He presses his lips against the sensitive skin of my neck, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. “The only lips I want around my dick are yours.”

Desire pours through me, my normal inhibitions melted away by the alcohol he’s supplied me with all night long. I turn in his arms so I can wind mine around his neck, leaning up on my tiptoes and kissing him. He presses a hand against the small of my back, pulling my body closer to his. His mouth easily overpowers mine, turning my tender kiss into something more ravenous. Lust squeezes my insides and a faint moan escapes me when Carter’s hand brushes my ass.

Growling low in his throat, Carter breaks the kiss and pulls back, leaning his forehead against mine and closing his eyes. I sigh happily and lean in to kiss him again, not sober enough to notice he’s trying to slow down, and I’m haplessly inviting him to speed back up. His lips are just so kissable.

“All right, come on,” Carter says, grabbing my hand and pulling me across the kitchen.

“Where are we going?” I ask, following after him.

He opens a door off the kitchen and flips a switch. Then he starts down the stairs. “Hold onto my hand so you don’t fall.”

I am holding onto his hand. I roll my eyes but don’t comment, following him down the stairs and into the basement. We take a right as soon as we get down there. The basement is finished and seems to serve as a second family room. Facing a big screen television, there’s a gray, custom sectional that probably seats a dozen people.

The sight of the television reminds me that we were supposed to be watching a movie. That was the whole reason I agreed to come over, the reason we bought movie snacks.

“We forgot the Twizzlers and Jolly Ranchers upstairs,” I tell him.

“We’re not going to need them,” he assures me.

“Are we going to watch a movie now?”

Carter shakes his head, leading me around the sectional, over to the farthest side. He tugs me close, gives me a kiss, then pushes me back onto the soft surface. I giggle to myself when I land on my back with a thud, then open my eyes when I feel Carter climbing on top of me.

Still feeling languid and operating without running actions through the proper channels of my mind, I smile up at him. “Hi.”

His lips curve up in faint amusement as he looks down at me. “Hi.”

His fingers find the button of my jeans, and a second later they loosen around my hips as he unzips them.

“Wait, aren’t we going to kiss some more?” I ask him.

“Would you like to kiss some more?” he asks.

I nod my head. “Yes, please.”

Carter smirks, coming down on top of me, moving his arms on either side of me head so I’m completely boxed inside a Carter prison. “Well, since you said please.”

“You like when I say please,” I murmur. His lips touch mine and I close my eyes, looping my arms around his neck. It’s so much easier to kiss him when we’re lying down and I can reach him.

“I do,” he murmurs, breaking away from my lips to kiss his way across my jawline before coming back to my lips. He kisses me hard, then nips my bottom lip. I gasp at the bite of pain, but he makes it all better, leaving tender kisses afterward.

His body suddenly tenses mid-kiss and I don’t immediately understand why. Once he stops kissing me, my senses stop working, but they turn back on when I hear the sound of Brianna’s voice.

“Not a good time, Brianna,” Carter tells her.

Ignoring him, she drops onto the opposite side of the sectional with some candy and a remote control. “Weren’t we supposed to watch a movie?”

“Where is Cartwright?” I ask, realizing I haven’t seen him lately. “Did we leave him in the woods?”

“He had to put out the fire,” Carter mutters, easing back on my hips and looking down at me.

“For sure,” Brianna volunteers, flashing us both an innocent smile. “Gotta put out those dangerous fires.”

Carter shakes his head at her, climbing off me. “Fucking cockblock.”

“You’ll thank me tomorrow when she’s sober,” she advises him.