Chapter 7
Seven
J osie listened to the hum of power tools as she stood upstairs in her bedroom.
True to his word, Carter had shown up with a load of wood and his tools and was out back repairing her privacy fence.
Meanwhile, she was upstairs trying to figure out what to wear to seduce him when he came inside.
Of course, he didn’t require a whole lot of seduction, but it felt good to dress for him, to put something on her body just so he’d have the pleasure of stripping it off her.
The idea of having him in her bedroom was strange.
She’d never had any man in her bedroom, period.
Other than a few painfully inept encounters in her dorm room at college, and then the boy she’d dated her last year at UK who only wished he could be called a minuteman, she’d never had men in her space.
Certainly never a man like Carter, who seemed to leave his mark on everything.
The backyard grew silent, the hum of power tools faded, the soft thump of the hammer was gone.
Josie reached into the drawer and retrieved a black nightie that she’d bought on impulse and never worn.
The silk slithered over her skin, falling to the middle of her thighs.
The deep V in the front was supported by the thinnest spaghetti straps in creation, but the back dipped even lower.
It barely covered her ass from above or below.
She ran the brush through her hair just as she heard the back door open. Moving to the bed, Josie had intended to arrange herself in an alluring pose, but Carter had taken the stairs quicker than she expected. She was on her knees in the middle of the bed when she heard his low whistle.
“You’ve been holding out on me,” he said. “That’s enough to give a man a heart attack.”
“Maybe you should come closer in case I need to give you CPR?” she shot back.
“I need a shower first,” he said. “I’m disgusting.”
All she could think about was Carter naked in her shower, water pouring down over his tanned skin. God above.
“Bathroom is through there,” she said, pointing to one of the doors just across the hall. “But the only soap I have smells like roses.”
He walked toward her, kissed her hard on the mouth, and as he pulled back, said with a grin, “I’ve smelled like worse things. Do not move from this spot, Josie Marcum. I’m going to get cleaned up, and when I come back in here, I’m going to show you just how dirty I can be.”
It was a damn good thing she was on the bed already because when he said that, her knees would have buckled. The heat of his gaze and the sensual promise of his words had all but laid her low.
Carter disappeared across the hall, and Josie flopped back on the bed. He’d told her to wait, but the temptation of him wet and naked was more than she could bear. The second the shower turned on and she heard the rings of the shower curtain sliding closed, her decision was made.
Climbing from the bed, Josie opened the bathroom door and stepped inside. Carter’s clothes were on the floor. She stepped over them as she stripped the nightie off.
“I told you to wait for me,” he said, his voice carrying over the sound of the water.
“I thought we’d have more fun in here,” she replied, opening the curtain just enough to step into the tub behind him.
Carter turned and rinsed the shampoo from his hair. He reached for her bottle of conditioner, and she smirked at him.
“What?” he demanded.
“If I wasn’t staring at ever-growing proof to the contrary, Carter, I’d swear you were a girl.”
“It makes my hair feel nice,” he said simply. “And you like my hair, so don’t even pretend you mind.”
She did like his hair, and just about everything else about him. In that, she was totally caught. That didn’t mean she was going to feed his gargantuan ego, though.
“But if you ask to use my flat iron, it’s a deal breaker. Clear?”
“If I ask for your flat iron,” he said, as he worked the conditioner through his hair, “Then you can just take my balls as payment. They’d be useless to me after that, anyway.”
When he was done with his hair, he pulled her close, plastering her to him and spun them around. The spray was warmer than she’d expected, and she let out a squeak.
“Too hot?” he asked.
“I’ll get used to it,” she said.
When her hair was completely saturated, Carter turned her again so that her back was to his chest. He squeezed some of her shampoo into his palm and began to work a lather into her hair.
He didn’t just wash her hair. He massaged her scalp, his hands kneading and easing knots of tension she hadn’t even been aware existed.
He rubbed her temples and then the tender spot just behind her ears, working his way down to her neck.
“Oh, sweet lord. I feel like I’m melting,” she said.
Carter grinned. “Then I’m doing it right.”
She leaned against him, practically unable to support her own weight. He rinsed the shampoo from her hair, then applied a liberal amount of conditioner and repeated the whole process.
If anyone had told her that having a man wash her hair for her would be one of the most erotic experiences of her life, she would have thought they were crazy.
But then, she was naked in the shower with Carter, and it would be impossible for it to be anything less.
She heard his name, she thought about sex.
She saw him, she thought about sex. He touched her, and she wanted to climb him.
With her hair rinsed clean, her head resting against his chest, Carter tugged her closer. She could feel the hard ridge of his erection pressed against her. Her body responded accordingly. The rush of heat between her thighs was intense and instant.
His hands moved from her neck down to her shoulders, then slipped lower.
They coasted up and down her back in soft, slow strokes that left her shivering before sliding around her waist and then back up to cup her breasts.
His fingers closed over her nipples, squeezing just a shade beyond gentle, leaving her gasping.
“I want you all the time,” he said, whispering against her ear. “I wake up thinking about you…I go to bed thinking about you. The way you smell. The way you taste. You drive me crazy.”
She wanted to answer, to tell him that he drove her crazy too. But she couldn’t think, much less form words, with his hands on her, with his body pressed against her.
His hands continued to roam—kneading, caressing, teasing. If he hadn’t been supporting her weight entirely, she would simply have collapsed into a puddle at his feet.
“Carter, I feel like I all I ever do is beg you to hurry…but dammit, hurry!” she said.
Josie felt him grin against her neck, just before he nipped that same tender spot with his teeth. “You have to learn to be patient, cupcake. The longer you wait for it, the better it feels.”
She started to respond, but a noise from outside made her heart literally drop to her feet. The garage door was opening.
“Someone’s here!”
Carter sighed as he stepped back from her. “Which window do I need to climb out of?” The note of disappointment and anger in his voice was impossible to miss.
“None of them! You just have to hide!” she hissed.
“Where?” he demanded.
“Just stay here,” she said. “No one has any reason to come up here to the bathroom.”
He looked at her like she’d lost her mind. “I’m just supposed to stand here in the shower and wait for you to get rid of whoever it is? Did you forget that my truck is parked outside?”
“I’ll lie,” she said decisively. “I’ll tell them that Bennett picked you up to help him move something, and you’re coming back for it later.”
He frowned at her then. “You came up with that really quick. Been planning what you’d say for a while?”
There was something in his tone that told her he wasn’t playing. He was pissed. Really pissed.
“Carter, the only people who have the code for the garage are my parents and my grandmother. It sure as hell isn’t Nana back from Florida. I can’t tell them you’re here!”
“No. Of course, you can’t,” he agreed reasonably.
Carter was never reasonable. “I don’t know what you want me to say,” she said lamely.
“I want you to say that you’re not ashamed to be seen with me. But we both know that’s not going to happen. I might not have a lot, Josie, but I do have some pride, and I don’t think I’m gonna let you take it from me.”
“I can’t fight about this with you right now! They’ll be inside any second!” She didn’t even want to think about the kind of disaster that would result from her father finding a naked Carter Hayes in her house.
“We’re not fighting about it, Josie. Just go. See your parents.”
Josie got out of the shower, and he turned the water off.
He stepped out behind her, and she handed him a towel.
He took it without a word and began to dry his hair.
It wasn’t just his pride. She’d thought that at first, but she could see it in his eyes.
She was hurting him when it never even dawned on her that she had the power to.
“Carter—” She stopped, unsure of what to say to him.
It didn’t change anything for her. She was still the daughter of the most upstanding minister in town, and everything she said and did still reflected on him and the church.
And Carter was so much more than anyone realized, including her, but in a town like Fontaine, that would never matter.
“Just go,” he said.
Josie grabbed a robe from the back of the door and headed across the hall to dress. Sweatpants and an ancient T-shirt on, she headed down the stairs where her parents were standing at the kitchen door surveying the work in the back.
“You didn’t have to hire Carter Hayes to fix the fence, Josie,” her father said. “I would have done it for you.”
“He gave me a really good price,” she lied. It felt wrong. Everything about it felt wrong.