Larissa's POV
"Can I stand up now?" I asked, attempting to shift my position on his thighs.
"Do you really want to?" His gaze held a hint of provocation.
The honest answer was no. Part of me wanted to remain exactly where I was, perhaps even move against him slightly, experience that substantial hardness pressing upward...
"Absolutely," I said, my voice betraying none of my internal conflict.
Carson loosened his grip, permitting me to slip from his lap. The absence of his touch left me feeling unexpectedly hollow.
"Bathroom's yours," he said, settling back against the pillows with that insufferable grin. "Fresh towels are in the cupboard."
I hurried toward the bathroom, shutting the door with more force than necessary. Pressing my back against the wood, I drew in several steadying breaths, attempting to slow my thundering pulse.
