Chapter 9
Carter hadn’t meant to kiss her.
Liar.
Okay, so he had thought of nothing but kissing her all morning. What did she expect? He was only a man and she had strutted into his house wearing those damn stretchy pants again that accentuated her long powerful legs. Legs that he dreamed about seeing wrapped around his waist as he pounded inside of her until she came in his arms. Her shirt hadn’t helped either control his lust. A skin tight tank top of aqua blue that matched her eyes. They cupped her breasts pressing them tightly against the materiel. He thought for sure they would fall out of her shirt more than once during their workout.
He may have tried testing that theory once or twice with certain maneuvers. Despite his efforts they hadn’t come out. A shame. Maybe not, they woul
