“Is that so? Just let me know what you like, and I’ll make sure you get exactly what you need to be completely satisfied,” he says, continuing with the innuendo.
“Hmm,” I say, tapping my chin as I purse my lips. “I think I’m definitely in the mood for something on the savory side. You know…nice and salty.”
His grin widens. “I have just the thing. And I can promise, it'll definitely fill you up.”
Oh God.
I’m half afraid to stand up because I’m so wet I think I might leave a puddle on the chair.
Carter rests his hand on my bare knee and runs his fingers slowly up my thigh. The white tablecloth mostly covers his hand, and I hope to God he doesn’t stop.
My breath comes faster, small pants that match my racing heart.
Glancing around furtively, I raise the menu up so that no one can see me, and I take his other hand and slip his finger in my mouth, my eyes glued to his. His pupils flare, darkening with desire. Desire that I’m causing. He wants me as badly right now as I want him. How the fuck are we supposed to make it through this date?
His fingers inch higher, and I pull my mouth from his finger with a wet popping sound that makes him groan.
“I definitely need to be filled,” I whisper. “I’m practically starving.”
It’s pretty much the truth. I’m so hungry right now for a taste of his cock that I’m out of my mind with lust. And as his fingers go higher and higher, brushing my inner thigh in an erotic tease, I think I might actually cum before he even really touches me.
Then his hand is there, grazing the outside of my soaked panties.
“Fuck, Ashley,” he growls. “You’re so goddamn wet for me.”
I nod. “For you, Carter.” I’m practically ready to give him anything he wants, right here. Just as long as he doesn’t stop touching me.
He takes his other hands and wraps it around my neck, bringing his lips to mine in a crushing, bruising, needy kiss. I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed like this. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him kiss anyone like this. And I’ve watched him for years. He slips his tongue inside my mouth, stroking with an urgency that I feel my hips respond to. I thrust them forward, grinding against his hand as we continue to kiss, and I’m this close to coming when he suddenly pulls his hand back.
He breaks the kiss and watches me, waiting for me to say something. Waiting for me to decide where we’re taking this. I have no idea what the hell I’m doing, but I don’t even care at the moment. Fuck this lunch date. I need to get out of here—with Carter.
“Come on,” I say, standing from the table. “Let’s take this to my limo.”
Ashley
My desire has gotten the best of me, my body craving Carter’s hands all over me. Our fingers are interlocked as I pull him to my waiting car, and the intimacy only turns me on more.
“Slow down,” he pulls me into him, my ass bumping into the hard bulge in his pants. His control and dominance is just so sexy.
“I can’t,” I whisper over my shoulder and he presses his lips to mine, my pussy creaming at the taste of him.
“Where are you taking me?” he asks after pulling away. Our bodies are pressed flush against each other; I can feel the curve of his cock on my ass.
“We need some privacy,” I explain absentmindedly, looking in each direction for my car.
“Hmm,” he hums before kissing my neck, his tongue making a sloppy appearance.
His hands are wrapped around my waist tightly as I struggle to find my smartphone in my purse before dialing my driver’s cell. We look like that couple that needs to get a room as Carter kisses my neck, our bodies melded into one. Tilting my neck, I move to give him full access, that masterful mouth arousing me in the best way.
“Johnny!” I yelp into the phone as my driver answers.
“Are you ready, ma’am?” he asks.
“Yes, I’m ready. Please come to the front,” I order impatiently and he agrees before ending the call.
“Where are we going?” Carter asks, his hands massaging everywhere they touch.
“Anywhere but here,” I glance around, shocked that no one has realized who Carter is. The last thing I need is a crowd of his fans snapping pictures as he makes a meal out of my neck.