Nothing But Trouble (All The Way Home Sequel)

Chapter 57: Just Say the Words.

***ELLE'S POV***

"Karter?" I said, in a breathy whisper.

"In the flesh." He smirked.

"What are you- no, how did you-" I fumbled over my words.

"Later." He cut me off. "But for now, dance with me." He said, extending his hand. Hesitantly, i took his hand and allowed him to pull me to the dance floor. He put his hands on my waist and i followed suit by wrapping my arms around his kneck.

"You look beautiful tonight. I like that dress on you." He whispered in my ear seductively. My clit jumped in responce. Oh no. My body was already betraying me and he hadn't even been there for five minutes.

"Are you going to tell me what you're doing here?" I said, evenly, trying to mask the arousal in my voice.

"I was invited. Aren't you happy to see me?" He said, amused. He knew what he was doing to me. Smug little bastard.

"Karter." I said, trying to keep my voice steady. He was pissing me off but turning me on at the same time.

"We'll talk." He said, reassuringly. "After i get my dance though." He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to him, sending a shockwave of lust through my body. Oh boy. I was not prepared for these feelings. "Relax." He whispered, his lips brushing softly against my lips. Those lips. Lord knows i missed them. Especially between my thighs.

I decided to just roll with it. I rested my head on his shoulder and caught a whiff of his Ralph Lauren cologne. Damn. His scent was intoxicating. I took another whiff, allowing the smell to fill my nostrils. His pheromones were driving me insane. The sexual tesion between us was so thick, i wanted to pick it up and wrap it around my neck like a noose. He was really killing me. Lord please don't let me get caught up tonight. I said a quick silent prayer.

To my relief, the song ended and we pulled apart. I was still waiting on his explanation. "Follow me." He whispered in my ear before turning on his heels and walking away.

Sighing, i followed after him like a dejected puppy. He led me outside on the beach where there were some lounge chairs were set up close to the water. It had to take off my shoes so they wouldn't sink in the sand. He sat down and so did i, taking care to make sure my dress didn't get dirty.

We sat in silence for awhile, watching the waves brush against the sand. When the time came, it was he who broke the silence first.

"A few months ago," he began. "I got this in the mail." He reached into his pocket and handed me a card. Upon closer inspection, i realized that it was a Barbados postcard adressed to Karter. oddly enough, there was no return adress.

The card read: See you soon. In neat handwriting i recognized all too well. Shaking my head, i handed the post card back to him. After he'd put it back in his pocket, he picked up where he'd left off in the story.

"I'd never been to Barbados and i certainly didn't know anyone from there. I thought it was one of those travel agents trying to get me to visit. Needless to say, i ignored it and went on about my life. That was until i got a knock on my door yesterday. Thinking it was the pizza delivery guy, i opened the door, but to my surprise it was some big brawny columbian puffing on a cuban cigar. He had a phone in his hand. My first instinct was to close the door but curiosity got the better of me. Karri was at a friends house so i allowed him to come inside. Once he was inside, he handed me his phone, insisting there was someone that wanted to speak to me. After a moment, i finally took the phone from him. You'd never guess who was on the line-"

"My brother." I interrupted him.

"Correct." He grinned. "How'd you guess?"

"The handwriting on the postcard was a dead giveaway." I rolled my eyes. "And the big brawny columbian is my uncle Carlos."