“This way,” I growl, continuing across the room, feeling her lighter gait trail behind me.
I reach the exit for the elevators and punch the button. She arrives at my heel just as the doors hiss open.
“Get in.”
She does as I say and steps into the elevator, backing up against the wall. Her gaze roams my suited body, looking no doubt for the evidence I took a bullet in her honor. She won’t find any.
Not yet.
I’m dosed up on painkillers and so tanked up on intent, I ain’t showing a thing.
Her eyes flicker up to mine as the elevator climbs to the eighteenth floor. I focus on a spot above her head. I dare not look at her in case it weakens my resolve.
Feeling her body heat in the small space is torture enough. Her scent takes me back to the way she rode me, her forehead pressed against mine as her warm fragrance invaded my nostrils. It’s tipping my sanity onto its side.
As soon as the doors open I storm out onto the landing and slide a card across the lock. The door to the suite opens and I stand to one side to let her enter, still looking at anything but her face.
Once she’s inside, I seal the door shut and stalk across the room.
“Undress and get on the bed.”
Knowing I’m going to be sinking my entire length into that hot traitorous cunt has me harder than I ever remember being. She may need some warming up but she can do it herself.
She must detect something in my tone because she practically tears off her clothes and stands at the foot of the bed, trembling.
“Are you wet?” I bark, lowering my gaze to her for the first time since she stitched me up.
“I— um, I don’t know.”
“Touch yourself and tell me.”
She pushes her fingers between her legs and rubs but there’s no pleasure there. “I— a little.”
“Get yourself wet.” Anger is bubbling up my chest but I have no idea where it’s coming from. Is it anger at her or at me?
She rubs at herself but it’s forced, and a stricken look crosses her face. “I… it doesn’t feel right.”
Fuck.
I need to slow things down. I can’t just mount her like some wild animal. Her punishment will come when I’m deep insideher, when she can’t escape, and not when I’m tearing her dry pussy with my solid erection.
“Stop.”
She withdraws her fingers and wraps her arms around her middle.
I unbutton my jacket, slowly, my gaze resting on hers.
Heat unfurls across my shoulders when our eyes lock, until I have only a vague awareness that I’m stripping at an agonizing, leisurely pace, devouring each dip of her lashes to a new inch of nakedness.
When my boxer shorts hit the floor, I rest against the back of a chair and hold my thickening cock in one hand. Her eyes widen, taking in my length and girth. She’s seen it up close and personal, but perhaps never with the perspective of distance.
When she licks her lips, I almost lose it.
“Nowtouch yourself,” I grind out in a deep baritone.
She unlatches her arms and threads a hand between her thighs.
“Part your legs so I can see.”
