Kelsea's POV
My white and pale skin was almost exposed in his black eyes that shamelessly detailed me from head to toe. His gaze stopped at my breasts, and I'm sure he could see my erect n*****s because his gaze made them stand up. I opened my lips in surprise and bent down to grab my silk robe, but Carter's hand stopped me abruptly. He took my delicate hand and led it to his bulging member.
"Carter, please, no, you're drunk, and I don't want this," I whispered, trembling with fear. But my fear wasn't for him; it was for feeling his body again while being completely sane.
"Tell me you don't want it, Kelsea. Tell me you don't crave to be mine," he asked, standing up.
His imposing figure sent shivers down my spine; his scent of perfume mixed with liquor tempted me to kiss him.
I swallow
