Larissa's POV
Carson's gaze fixed on mine, his eyes traveling down to linger on my mouth. "Red suits you perfectly," he said, his voice taking on that familiar husky tone. "Though I think it would look even better scattered across my bedroom floor."
I couldn't help but laugh at his boldness. "Seriously? Is that the best pickup line you've got?"
"I don't rely on lines," he replied smoothly, extending his hand toward me. "Get over here."
Without waiting for my answer, Carson drew me forward until I found myself positioned across his lap, the fabric of my dress shifting higher as I settled against him. His palms immediately claimed my waist, anchoring me in place.
"Perfect," he declared, clear satisfaction coloring his tone. "This is exactly where you belong."
I adjusted my position slightly, hyper-aware of how close we were, how perfectly I fit against him. "So this is your version of an evening drink?"
