“Go back to bed. I’ll be right there.”
After Kendall left, I closed my eyes in regret. Was I crazy for turning her away like that?
Now that she knew what I was up to in here, I couldn’t relax. Still needing release like a motherfucker, I turned on the shower and got in. Ironically, I jerked myself to thoughts of her naked body against the bathroom door and imagined she was watching me.
Fuck my life.
WHEN I OPENED MY EYES the next morning, Carter was gone from the room. He was probably getting breakfast. I had no clue what time it even was.
God, I felt so stupid.
What the hell was I thinking interrupting him like that last night, offering him nothing but another giant cock tease? Hearing him panting like that, knowing what he was doing behind that door, was making me crazy.
Shit or get off the pot, Kendall.
Carter had no clue how badly I wanted to give everything to him. I just couldn’t allow myself to go there until my head was on straight, because there was no way I could compartmentalize sex with him, no way I could keep my emotions out of it. I had to be sure not only of his intentions, but my own before taking a step like that.
I heard a thump against the window.
What the hell?
Then came another thump.
After sliding the curtain to the side, I literally jumped at the sight of what met me. It was the face of an animal that I quickly realized was a camel. On top of said animal was Carter, who was smiling and waving like a lunatic.
“Open the window,” he mouthed.
I lifted the windowsill. “What the hell is going on?”
“Get dressed and get your beautiful ass out here. We’re riding this guy. Long pants would be best.”
“I’m not hopping on that thing.”
“Sadly, it’s not the first time you’ve said that to me,” he joked. “But this time, you’re not getting out of it. Come on! We only have him for an hour.”
Carter flashed his beautiful smile and one look at that chin dimple was the push I needed to get out of bed.
The desert heat was already scorching for so early in the day. Carter was off of the camel and standing next to Amari.
Our host smiled at me. “Good morning.” He petted the camel. “You guys have fun on Fouad here. After you’re done, I have a nice traditional Arabic breakfast waiting.”
“Thank you, Amari. That sounds great.”
“Amari’s gonna help us get on,” Carter said.
Amari got the animal to sit, then said, “Getting on is the hardest part. After that, it’s smooth sailing.” After he helped both of us onto the animal, he said, “Carter’s a pro at this. You’re in good hands.”
I whispered behind Carter’s back. “You seem to be a pro at everything.”
He turned around. “Except getting the one thing I really want.” He winked. “Just kidding, beautiful.”
“No, you’re not.”
“You’re right. I’m not.” Carter placed a tender kiss on my lips that was interrupted when the camel started moving forward.
“Off we go, I guess! How exactly does one direct a camel?” I asked.
“Actually, I have no idea. Camels don’t really respond if you try to steer them. But I’ve always had luck just going with the flow. The main thing is just not doing anything erratic to spook them out.”