“Fuck, you taste sweet,” he growled against my lips. He kissed me harder, then moved to my jaw, my neck, sucking lightly on the sensitive skin below my ear. I gasped, tilting my head to give him more. His stubble scraped deliciously, sending shivers down my spine.

His hands roamed. Slow. Deliberate. He traced the curve of my waist, up my ribs, thumbs brushing just under my breasts. I arched into him, wanting more. He chuckled darkly.

“Greedy girl already.” He cupped one breast through my dress, squeezing gently, then harder. His thumb circled my nipple until it ached. I whimpered, pressing my thighs together.

Carter spun me around suddenly,...