Page 58 of Forbidden Eyes

All because of my body’s reaction to this man. The only time my body’s ever reacted to anyone, but oh, man, he sure lights me up.

“Carter? I ask, although it’s more of a squeak than the start of a confident question.

“Yeah?” His hands are in his pockets as if he’s keeping them occupied—away from me.

“Why did you lock your door last time we were here?” My heart stops as if every part of me is waiting on his response, waiting for him to tell me what was wrong with me.

“Fia.”

It’s a warning. I can tell by the tone. It’s the same one I’ve heard countless times, incinerating my confidence. “It’s fine. You don’t need to—”

“Because I didn’t trust myself. Or you. I couldn’t make it that easy.”

“Easy?”

“I would have happily walked into your room and fucked you.”

“But you didn’t.” I know this, but for some reason I need to hear him tell me.

“No. And you don’t know how hard it was to sit in that lounge all night and not go into your room.”

“Lounge?”

“Yeah. All night. Watching and waiting for Chelico to come again.”

Oh. I didn’t know that. I look up at him through my lashes, suddenly even more attracted to my saviour, if that’s possible.

“And yet you didn’t walk into my room because?” I look up at him and wait, as if the answer to this will solve all of our problems.

“Because you are all kinds of trouble for me. I knew it from the moment I walked into Quinn’s office.” He steps towards me, and I notice we’ve stopped moving up. “You couldn’t keep your mouth shut when I asked you to. That was trouble.” Another step closer. “Having to rescue you from Chelico before he did any further damage—trouble.” His eyes dip to my chest. “And you certainly caused me trouble when you were rubbing that precious pussy all over my junk to get yourself off. My bet, that was the first time you’ve orgasmed without bringing yourself off.”

The breathing I’m so focused on threatens to fail me as if Carter has reached inside my chest and now holds my heart in his hand, controlling each beat and every breath I take.

“And look at you now, all doe-eyed and sexy as sin, begging me to do everything I want to you. Flying across the country so I can get my hands on you again. Trouble. You are off limits. Forbidden. Untouchable.”

“I’m none of those things.” I defend myself, desperate for him to go back to the comment about being sexy.

“Oh, Sofia Vico, you are every one of those things and more.” He leans in, and my eyes flutter closed in anticipation of a kiss that will lead to much, much more. But nothing comes.

I open my eyes and see Carter’s back, striding out into the apartment. He heads straight for the room he stayed in when we were here before, but this time he leaves the door open. My steps are small but move me closer to the threshold. The line that I wanted so desperately to cross when I was here last time.

The view of Carter’s back is enticing. He hasn’t turned around, but as he starts to take his jacket off, I watch until it hits the floor, and then my feet shuffle forward again. Before I know it, I’m standing inside his room and waiting for him to turn around or notice me. Somehow, I know that he knows exactly where I am.

“Shut the door, Fia.” The deep tone of his voice sends a chill down my spine.

“Why?” I ask. “There’s nobody else here.”

“No. But when I let myself off this leash, I'm getting up inside you so hard you're gonna need the door for support.”

My mouth goes dry at the thought of Carterattackingme. Butterflies assault my stomach, and lust pours into my bloodstream.

“Fia. Door.”

I jump and shut the door before turning back just in time.

Carter crashes into me, pushing me back against the wood. His hands cradle my head as he seizes me in a kiss that burns my lips and ignites a need inside of me I never knew was within me.

Two seconds turn into I don’t know how long because the only thing I can process is him. My own hands seek his body, wrapping around his shoulders and back. My trailing fingers absorb every muscle as I fight to pull him closer. The next thing I know, we’re grappling at each other, my hands rushing to touch his skin. His fingers tear into my clothing, stripping me while we still stand. That only heats me up further, and although I’m under his scrutiny, I don’t care what he sees because I can feel how hard he is. The tension in his muscles is for me. The power in his body is for me. And I want to feel it all.