Lace and Sin (Sinners Series Book 1) (13 page)

"Aww, you don't need to leave, I'm sure Carter
can keep his hands to himself for a little while longer, right?" I ask and
see the small shake of Carter's head.

Jimmy laughs, "I'm sure I'll get to know you
better sooner or later darlin, looks like you'll be around a lot more these
days, right?" his gaze looks between Carter and me, and I'm too afraid to
look at Carter to see if he's shaking his head like crazy with a silent 'No' in
Jimmy's direction.

Would that bother me? If Carter told me to leave, and
said he'd had enough of whatever this is would I be hurt? Deep down I know the
answer to that, and my face automatically splits into a grin when Carter
answers the question verbally.

"Yeah, she'll be around. We'll catch up with you
tomorrow, yeah?" he says and gets up from his spot in front of me.
Firstly, he's kicking Jimmy out so we can do naughty things because it seems
that no, he can't in fact keep his hands to himself any longer. And secondly,
I'll apparently be around and catching up with them tomorrow, meaning he's not
sick of me yet, thankfully. All this then reminds me of the little ' I like
you' moment we had earlier, making me grin like a kid on Christmas morning.
I
am so fucked.

I wave to Jimmy, as I watch Carter walk him to the
door, and they step out of the apartment for a moment to talk. I take this
opportunity to freshen up in the bathroom, and find myself leaning against the
bathroom sink staring at my reflection while the water runs. I scoop some water
in my hands and let it trickle off my fingers against my burning neck, the
droplets of cold water running down my spine.

I watch my reflection and see the bright eyed, rosy cheeked,
girl in the mirror. I can’t even begin to describe the whirlwind of feelings
running through me – the hate that’s been brought up to the surface after
telling Carter what happened, doused by feelings of sadness for the loss of my
parents, and then finally a feeling of need and love, which Carter seems to be
bringing out of me from the deepest most lost parts of me.

I wet my hands again and run them up and down my arms,
just as Carter knocks on the partially open door and steps in. He leans against
the doorframe for a moment, and watches me watching him in the mirror. His arms
are crossed against his chest, and there’s a small smile playing against the
corner of his lips in that little crooked grin.

He takes a few steps further into the bathroom and
closes the door behind him, then turns towards the shower and turns it on. The
bathroom gradually fills with the soft steam from the shower water.

He takes hold of his shirt and pulls it off with ease,
arms flexing with the movement, and he smirks when he sees me almost drooling
in the reflection of the mirror. He steps up behind me and slips his fingers
under my tank top, then lifts it gently. My arms automatically lift to let him
take it off. Does that make me seem too eager?

I don’t argue, I don’t fight off whatever it is that’s
he’s doing, because I want it just as badly as he does. The look in his eyes is
something I haven’t seen, and I would seriously be lying if I said I didn’t
love it.

I watch as he drops the tank top to the ground with
his shirt, and looks at my reflection momentarily, before gliding his fingers
up my back and unclipping my bra with ease. I lower my hands, letting it slip
down my arms and drop to the floor with the rest of the discarded clothes. He
steps even closer, his warm body pressing right up against my back as he looks
at me in the mirror, then slowly starts kissing my neck and down my bare
shoulder. His eyes close briefly, but then return to looking at me in the
mirror. His eyes burning with desire make me close my own and tilt my head back
against him.

This feeling right here, this pure need for someone,
is indescribable. There’s something a little more primal in his touch tonight,
some feeling beneath the surface that’s dying to break free. Every sweep of his
lips against my skin, every touch of his fingers has me losing all sense of
preservation.

His hands glide up against my body, one wrapping
across my chest and holding my neck softly, while the other runs up my side and
takes hold of one of my breasts. He tweaks my nipple softly and starts to kiss
my naked shoulder again, every so often looking back to our reflection in the
mirror. He’s enjoying watching us like this, our bodies pressed together, just
as much as I am. He wants this just as much as I do.

A moan escapes my lips when he kisses a sensitive spot
on my neck, like he knows all my weak spots, knows all the right places to
touch me. His hands drop their hold on me as he turns me around to face him,
his lips crashing down on mine. I groan hungrily against his mouth as he picks
me up and puts me on the bathroom counter, not gently either.

He keeps kissing down my neck, my collarbone, across
my breast and takes a nipple between his lips. He bites gently – just the way I
like it, and flicks his tongue across it making me moan again. This is just
getting embarrassing, but I couldn't even give two shits right now how much I
moan or how loud I get, because his lips on me feel amazing.

I lean my hands back and accidentally knock some stuff
off his counter, both of us pausing briefly to watch his deodorant and
toothbrush clatter loudly onto his tiled floor.

He shrugs and returns his lips back to my chest,
making his way lower down my stomach. He unbuttons my jeans and lifts one of my
legs as he pulls back, trying to tug my boot off my foot.

He lets out a quiet sound of frustration, like he
can’t get me naked fast enough. He starts trying to unlace them, but I shake my
head, “I’ll get them off faster” I say just as impatiently.

I lean forward and tug it off, then drop my leg. He
picks up the other one, runs his hand up my thigh and pulls the laces undone,
allowing me to tug that shoe off too. I look around the bathroom floor, taking
in the clothes, the counter items, and now my shoes lying haphazardly on the
ground. I lazily reach out and tug the waistband of his jeans, pulling him back
against me and look up into his eyes, hopefully depicting what I hope to be a
sexy face. Oh god these eyes of his are seriously destroying me.

"You drive me fucking nuts, you know that?"
he says, and I’m hoping he means in a good way.

He starts to tug my jeans down, so I lift my hips
allowing him to slide them over and down my legs, before he pulls them off
completely. He tugs my socks off as well when he reaches my ankles, leaving me
sitting on his counter in nothing but my undies.

The hunger in his eyes for me is what’s making my
heart rate pick up, my lips to go dry, and my core to clench in anticipation of
what’s to come.

He grins at the fact that yet again I’m wearing lace,
and runs his fingers against my thighs and up my sides, allowing my hands to
work his pants undone and slide them down. They drop to the ground and he steps
out of them. He kicks them off to the side, as he uses his foot to take off his
sock and then the other.

"You're wasting the hot water" I say, and
motion towards the running shower. He slips his fingers into his briefs, and
tugs them down his hips letting them drop. I stare, because I can't help it.
His hard on is very firm against the inside of my thigh, as he steps closer and
picks me up. I automatically wrap my legs around his waist as he kisses me so
hard, and takes the remaining steps towards the shower. In fact, he kisses me
so hard my toes curl and I momentarily forget I’ve still got panties on.

I start to squirm just as he steps under the spray of
hot water, going unnoticed.

"You're insane" I laugh, but then shut right
up when he practically shoves me against the cold tiles of the shower.

"I get why you prefer showers, this would be a
tad hard to do in a bathtub" he chuckles as he presses his lips to my
collarbone, licking, kissing, making my insides do crazy things.

I watch him as the water cascades down across his
side, wetting his hair, wetting his body. He shakes his head a little to get his
hair out of his eyes, and the water flicks in all directions making me laugh.
He puts my feet down on the ground, letting my body slide down his very wet and
very naked body slowly. He slides his fingers under my panties and glides them
down my legs smoothly.

I love how attentive he is, and seems to already know
which parts of my body are the most sensitive. He kisses down my neck, and runs
his hands down my sides, resting them on my hips. I feel his smirk against my
collarbone as one of his hands slides around and starts to run his fingers
through my wetness. He grins at how wet I already am for him, as he slips his
finger inside, moving slowly at first, until he slides another finger in.

I let him move his hand against me, let him work his
fingers inside me, as I scrape my hands down his firm chest and take a firm
grip of his cock. He instantly groans hungrily and I see his jaw tense tightly.

I reach out with my free hand and grab hold of his
body wash, squirting a little onto his chest. The drop of soap slowly starts to
descend down his chest and onto his stomach, so I use one hand to start rubbing
the body wash against him, and the other hand slowly moving up and down his
cock.

It smells amazing, that delicious manly woodsy aroma
with a hint of something citrusy. He ends up doing the same, removing his hands
from me momentarily to get the body wash onto his hands, and then slowly starts
working the lather against my body. Around my breasts, on my shoulders, down my
stomach, until finally his hand resumes his delicious touch where I need him
most.

My pleasure builds with his gentleness, because I'm
not really used to being looked after like this. It's tender and sweet, yet
incredibly sexy since his hands are still touching all the right parts of my
body.
Oh god I'm about to come.

He picks up his pace a little sensing how close I am,
so I try to get a firmer grip on him, trying to get him there with me. He rests
his head against mine gently and a moan slips from my lips, followed by curse
words, because there are literally no other words to describe how amazing he
makes me feel.

Every nerve ending in my body lights up with heat and
my pulse quickens as I slip into a blissful and intense orgasm. I moan loudly
as I let the sensation take over me but never take my hands off him. He groans
and says my name softly, and I feel when he reaches his climax because his cock
hardens further and pulses, the evidence of his pleasure now in the palm of my
hand.

He chuckles a little, "sorry, didn't mean to get
you" but all I can do is laugh softly with him. I'm too far gone to care.
After he finishes washing my body, and washes off the lather of soap, I do the
same for him.

"You want me to wash your hair?" he asks
surprisingly, and I stand there slightly shocked. No one has ever looked after
me like this - it's ridiculously sweet so all I do is nod gently. Considering
how much I was against a hearts and flowers kind of guy and how he said he
wasn't going to be like that with me, he's being the sweetest guy I've ever met
and I'm loving every minute of it.
Who
would have thought?

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asks, tapping under
my chin lightly so I lift my gaze to his.

"Nothing, I just...No-one’s ever taken care of me
like this" I admit.

"That's because you probably told every guy
you've been with you hate being looked after, and they listened" he
smirks.

"Why didn't you listen then?" I tease, as he
grabs the shampoo bottle off the little shelf and squirts some onto his palm.
He rubs them together and taps my hip with his finger. I turn slowly, and allow
myself to enjoy being looked after as he washes my hair. There’s a first for
everything I guess.

"I listened at first" he admits, "but
there's just something about you. You come off as this tough take-no-shit type
person, but it kind of feels to me like you want to be taken care of for once.
After you told me what happened to your parents I wanted to make you feel
better."

"I don't want your sympathy" I say quietly,
but it's almost as if he knew I was going to say that, because he's already
shaking his head at me when I look over my shoulder.

"It's not sympathy, Kayla. I just think you
deserve to be loved, everyone does" he says as he does that little half
smile, dimple slightly popping out in his cheek.

"Loved?" I ask curiously. Oh god I hope he's
not saying that already. He sees the slight panic in my face, and shakes his
head again with a chuckle.