“Get off me,” Brad whines. I’m relieved when Carter finally listens. He’s breathing heavy as he stands. Brad snakes his way backwards on his elbows, never once taking his eyes of Carter. He eventually manages to stand, wiping the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. “You’ll pay for this, Reynolds,” he spits before turning and walking away.

“I look forward to it, Cartwright,” Carter says to his retreating back. Idiots, the pair of them. I turn in a huff and make my way back towards my window. I’m so mad right now.

Climbing back through, I reach for the glass to close it. “I’m not finished with you,” Carter says as he pushes the window back open and hauls his arse into my room in one bound. Fuck. I take a step back. When I get a glimpse of the look on his face, I take another step. “What the fuck were you thinking?” he growls.

I continue walking backwards as he stalks towards me. Eventually my back comes into contact with the wall. Shit. Closing the distance between us, he places his hands on either side of my head, caging me in. Leaning forward he pushes his body into mine, pinning me against the wall. I’m trapped.

“Get out of my room,” I sneer as I try to push him off me. As mad as he is with me right now, I’m surprised I’m not scared of him.

“I don’t think so,” he says, roughly grabbing hold of my face and tilting it up so my eyes meet his. “I thought you were smarter than that.”

“Well you thought wrong,” I retort narrowing my eyes at him. Who in the hell does he think he is?

“After everything I told you about him, you still invited him over?”

“Yep,” I say smugly, because it’s none of his business why Brad was here. He growls angrily in my face. Fuck him. He can think what he likes. You didn’t see me ripping that pink-haired bimbo out of his window the other night, even though the thought did cross my mind at the time.

“You wanna act like a slut, then I’ll treat you like one,” he says, roughly bringing his lips down to mine. I’m shocked. I wasn’t expecting him to kiss me. I wasn’t expecting him to insinuate I was acting like a slut either. How dare he? What a hypocrite. He’s the whore, not me.

I try to push him away for all of a second. His kiss is hard, bruising almost. Nothing like the sweet kiss we shared last time. But it’s hot. Smoking hot. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about having his lips on me again. I hate him and lust over him all in the same breath.

Fisting his shirt in my hands, I pull him closer and deepen the kiss. He groans into my mouth. “You want this don’t you?” he breathes, thrusting his erection into my stomach.

“No,” I lie, but the answer is yes. I want him so bad. I want him to do all the things that he has done to those other girls, to me. How pathetic is that?

  His fingers glide down the sides of my body until he’s cupping my arse in his hands. He easily lifts me off the ground and my legs wrap around his waist. His hardness is pressing right against my centre giving me the friction I crave. Leaning my head back against the wall, I moan. The feeling is exquisite. Like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I dig the heels of my feet into his back, bringing him even closer as I grind myself against him.

His mouth moves across my jaw and down my neck. “Your body is telling me you want me. Stop denying it,” he says into the crook of my neck.

“You’re full of yourself. I don’t,” I pant. Another lie. He chuckles against my skin. Lifting his head, he looks me in the eye.

“If I was to touch you now, I know you’d be wet.” I know I would be too, but I’m not going to admit it.

“Well you’d be wrong.” He cocks one of his eyebrows. I know it’s a challenge.

“We’ll just see about that,” he says with a cocky smile as his hand slips into the waistband of my yoga pants. Oh God. He’s going to know I’m lying, but surprisingly I don’t care. I want him to touch me there. No, I need him to. “Your panties are soaked,” he groans pulling back to look at me. “Now tell me you still don’t want me.” The anger I saw in his eyes when he pinned me against the wall has vanished. It’s now replaced with red hot desire. The way he’s looking at me right now has my heart beating out of my chest. “So you don’t want me to do this then?” he asks, pressing his fingers in a circular motion against my clit.

“No,” I lie as my eyes roll back in my head. I’ve never been this intimate with anyone before, but I want this. I want him. Badly.

“You’re so wet,” he breathes as his fingers move inside the silk fabric of my underwear and slide through my wetness. “What about this, then?” he asks as his fingers continue their assault on my clit. I feel my face flush. I hate that he knows how wet I am for him.

“No,” I whimper. God. It feels amazing. Nobody but me has ever touched down there. I love how his fingers are making me feel. Unexpectedly, I don’t feel as nervous as I thought I would being in a situation like this. I’m not entirely sure if it’s because it happened so fast, and I had no time to overthink things, or if it’s because it’s with Carter. Either way, I’m tempted to scream out, Don’t you dare fucking stop.

“So you definitely wouldn’t want me to do this then?” he breathes, slipping a finger inside me. “Christ. So wet. So tight,” he growls out as his eyes shut.

“No. Definitely not that,” I moan pushing my pelvis further into his hand.

“I’ll stop then,” he says, stilling his fingers. My eyes shoot open to find him smiling at me. Bastard. He slowly slides his fingers out, so I reach down between us and grab a hold of his wrist. Shit. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s trying to get me to admit that I want him. Never.

“Don’t stop,” I breathe and his smile widens. My head is spinning and my heart is pounding. I can’t believe a simple touch is capable of igniting such pleasure. The rougher he is, the more intense the feelings become. Why don’t I feel like this when I touch myself? Damn him and his magical fingers. He’s playing me like a skilled musician would play their instrument.

“Why don’t you want me to stop?” he asks smugly. I narrow my eyes at him.

“Because …”

“Because why?”

“Just because it feels good, doesn’t mean I want you,” I say, and his smile widens, revealing his perfect, white teeth. The way he looks when he smiles like that is a sight I can tell you. It takes my damn breath away.

“Oh you fucking want me,” he says all cocky. “You don’t have to admit it, kid. Your dripping pussy tells me everything I need to know.” He smirks before sliding his fingers back into my panties and through my wetness. His eyes close again. “Everything I need to know,” he breathes.

“You’re so full of yourself.”

“No. I think it’s you that’s full of me,” he says pushing two fingers inside me.

“Oh God,” I moan. My hands move up to his shoulders for leverage. Digging my nails into his flesh through his shirt, I push my hips towards his hand.

“My name’s Carter, not God.” He’s such a smartarse. Ignoring him, I continue to ride his delicious hand. It feels wonderful. Amazing. I’m so close.

“Open your eyes, beautiful,” he commands. “I want you to see who is making you feel like this … Who’s giving you pleasure.” He called me beautiful.

Doing as he asks, my eyelids open as I gaze into his hauntingly stunning brown eyes. He’s smiling at me again. “Deny it all you want. We both know the truth. If I was to slide my cock into that tight little pussy of yours, you’d be begging me for more.” Nobody has ever spoken to me like that before. His filthy mouth only turns me on more. Picking up the pace, I continue moving my hips against his hand. “Yes. Fuck my fingers,” he growls.

My fingernails dig further into his shoulders. “I’m … I’m …” I’m trying to say I’m coming but the words are lost as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had rocks my body. “Ohhh, Carter,” I moan as I throw my head back.