He steps towards me and with one hand pushes me back into the alcove next to the seating area, up against the wall. He doesn’t take a second to crash his mouth onto mine.
Fuck.
I kiss him back with the same fire and passion. He grips me harder and pushes me into the wall. I moan into his mouth, completely at a loss. My whole body reacts. No kiss has ever sparked me like this.
He steps back suddenly, putting much needed but definitely unwanted space between us. His eyes go wide and he scans my face, bringing his hands up and tracing his thumb along my lower lip. I close my eyes, panting, willing this storm inside me to calm. Is he feeling the insanity of this as well?
“Don’t stop,” I beg him. That’s all the invitation he needs. He’s back on me and I grab at his shirt, slipping a hand around his neck under his collar, pulling him down towards me. But I need more, I need to be closer, so I push myself onto my toes.
“Take me home with you,” I command between kisses.
“Are you sure?” All I can do is nod as his smile melts me.
TWO
Reilly
The lift doors open and he pushes me backwards. It was only a short ride down from the bar but he hasn’t had his hands off me. Caressing me, kissing me. My lips, my neck, my shoulders. It took everything in me to not sink to my knees in front of him. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I had no plans to go through with Sarah’s one-night stand idea, but I wasn’t expecting Elton as an option. Far too good to turn down.
“You want to leave at any time, tell me. I’ll have my driver take you home.”
“I’m good. For now.” I’m trying so hard to play it cool, hoping he can’t see the effect he has on my nervous system.
“Fantastic,” he growls, deeply kissing me against the door. He swipes his access card and the door falls open. I step away from him. I’m a seductress tonight, playing my part. Enjoying the game.
He walks backwards and his eyes darken. I slip my heels off and spin around to take in the room. It’s huge! Toto, we definitely aren’t in Kansas anymore. The ceiling-high windows cover the whole back wall, giving a view of miles of ocean.
“Fancy. You stay here a lot?” I nearly stumble on the words as I subtly check out the rest of the suite. This is way out of my league.
“When business calls for it.” He pours himself a glass of whisky from the bar. This room has its own freaking bar. “Drink?”
I shake my head. “No, thank you.” He leans back against the bar, he’s so natural in this situation. How often does he bring women back to a hotel room he has readily available? “So, you come here for business. Am I business?” I ask, trying not to sound as insecure as I feel.
“Oh, Sunshine, you are going to be nothing but pure pleasure.” He downs his drink, clanks the glass down on the side and stalks towards me. “I want you. What do you need from me?” he asks, snaking his hands around my waist, pulling me closer.
“Make me feel desired.” Something I haven’t felt in a long time. Life has done a number on me recently, but I’m finally ready to try and put myself out there again.
“Without a doubt.” And, with that, his lips meet mine. He tastes of smoked wood and alcohol. I could get lost in this man.
He kisses me soft and slow as I unbutton his shirt, my fingers fumbling as I rush to relieve him of his clothes. He takes my hands, interlacing our fingers, and moves them behind my back. Firm but not tight.
“Say yes.” He pauses, giving me every opportunity to stop this.
I nod my head.
“No, say it.”
“Yes,” I whisper against hislips. Consent is sexy.
He spins us around and lays me on the sofa, kneeling on the edge, his gaze running over my body as he takes my hands and places them above my head.
“Grip the pillow. Hands stay there.” He gives them a small squeeze then skims his way back down my body, caressing every curve and dip, he grabs my feet and massages away the ache. How does he know exactly what I need? My teeth sink into my lips, begging myself not to moan at the mere touch of him.
He places a soft kiss on my ankle.
Running his hands up my legs, he pushes my dress to my waist. My core coils as he strokes the fabric of my knickers, the lace scratching against me. He’s teasing me, but there’s something about this man that tells me he likes it hard and rough. And I’m okay with that.
His hold tightens against my hip and his breathing is harsh. He’s holding back. I can tell. The way he is staring at my lace-covered pussy; like he wants to sink his teeth into it.
