“Oh God. I need to apologize.” She pointed at me. “It’s your fault.”
I grabbed her hand, kissed the tips of her fingers, then sucked her ring finger into my mouth.
She gasped.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
“You should be.” She blew out a harsh breath. “That post set me off earlier and then I saw you with her…. Ugh.” She shoved me away. “Don’t touch me.”
The elevator arrived on her floor, and she barreled out of there. “Time’s up.”
I jogged after her. “Stop walking away from me.”
She whirled around, fury in her brown eyes. “You mean like you walked away from me?”
Squeezing her wrist, I pulled her to me. “I know I hurt you, Bug. I can’t change that, but I’m willing to …” I couldn’t finish my thought because she wasn’t ready to hear it. She wasn’t ready to give me what I wanted.
“Willing to what?”
If I could just… I brushed my lips over her knuckles. “Let me hold you. Let me make it better.” I kissed her eyes, her nose, her cheeks, then dropped to my knees. “Let me makeyoufeel better.”
A tear fell from her eyes, and I hated that I was once again the reason for it. “I have company,” she said. “Mo is—”
Slowly, I lifted the skirt of her dress, kissing every inch of her legs as I went. “Please,” I murmured against her skin.
“Wes,” she breathed. “We’re in the hallway.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
She’d said the same thing to me downstairs. Seemed like that was her motto lately. And she was right. Nothing else mattered but this moment. Her. And us together.
I slid her panties down her legs and tucked them into my pocket. Seconds later, I pressed my face to her core, inhaled her sweet scent, and licked her slit from front to back.
I knew we were in the open, that anyone could round the corner and catch us. But I didn’t care. I had never felt so reckless, so consumed with another person. And I needed her to know it. I needed her to feel it.
Lifting her leg up, I slung it over my shoulder and feasted on her, slipping one finger, then two inside her sweet heat. She was so wet. So ready for more. And it didn’t take her long. When I sucked her clit, she hissed my name as she climaxed.
Seconds later, her leg buckled, and she slid onto the floor.
Her eyes were wild, but she was stunning. “You can’t do this.”
I brushed my mouth over hers. “I can’t stop.”
She swallowed visibly. “I’m a liar.”
“I already knew that,” I whispered against her mouth, tracing her lips with my tongue, letting her taste herself.
“Since you know so much, what did I lie about?” she challenged.
“I knew we’d be here again.” I traced her jawline, tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.
Gaping at me, she bit down on my bottom lip before she kissed me fully. “Seriously, Wes. This is not good. I told myself that I couldn’t do this again.”
“Youhaven’t done anything yet.”
A whisper of a smile crossed her lips. “But I let you do something. In a public hallway.”
“I wanted to.”
