Page 122 of Elevator Pitch

“Hold that thought,” I state, stepping into the elevator and worrying that I’ll lose the connection to her. The call does disconnect, and I phone her again as soon as I’m on her floor. “Sorry about that.”

“Don’t worry about it.” She sounds disheartened. “I’ll just see you tomorrow.”

“Or you could see me right now?”

“Ross,” she groans.

“Open your door, sweetheart.”

“What?”

I pause outside her hotel room, waiting on her to cross the room, and open the barrier in that way I adore. Where she yanks it open wide, like she’s been expecting me, like she can’t wait to see me.

Because that’s exactly how I feel about her. I can’t wait to see her.

The door opens with a flourish, and I speak into my phone when our eyes meet. “Hey.”

“Hi,” she answers through hers before clicking off the device.

I step forward, into her room, and she steps toward me, into my arms. She didn’t spend the night at my place last night and my bed was cold without her.

Now, my mouth is warm against hers. Her body is pinned to mine as I lift her straight up, her feet dangling a few inches off the ground while I carry her deeper into the room before setting her back on her feet.

“What are you doing here?” Her voice is filled with renewed energy. “Don’t you have a curfew or something?”

“Or something. And that something is you, sweetheart.” My mouth is on hers again, sipping and sucking.

“Let me erase your bad day,” I murmur against her mouth.

“You don’t need to do that.”

“I want to.” I want her. Good days, bad days. Bad dreams, good ones.

“I’m just wound up,” she mumbles against my lips.

“I’m here to unwind you, then.” Releasing her mouth, I press her away from me and reach for her shirt, lifting it over her head. Spinning her around, I kiss across her shoulders, digging my teeth gently into the tight muscles while my hands massage her lower back.

“Holy shit. That feels incredible.”

I hum against her skin, while I unclasp her bra. Still sucking her shoulders, I tug the bra off her and knead her breasts, cupping each swell, pressing them together before plucking her nipples which are instantly erect.

“I love how you respond to my touch.” Speaking into her skin, I reach for the button on her jeans, popping the closure at her waist before slipping my hand into her pants, diving directly between her legs.

Sliding my finger over the dampness of her panties, I hum. “So ready for me, sweetheart.”

Vee tips back her head, leaning against my shoulder. “The things you do to me, babe. My body can’t help but respond.”

“I like the sound of that.” Her calling me babe. Her admitting I do things to her.

With a quick tug, her jeans are lowered, underwear removed as well. Vee remains facing the bed, while I pull my shirt forward, over my head, then press my warm chest against her back.

Vee hisses. “Your skin is on fire.”

“I’m on fire. For you.” I nip her neck hard and her knees buckle, but with one arm around her waist, and my hand between her thighs again, I support her body. Quickly, I find the spot that spirals Vee out of control. Her hips rock back, her ass seeks friction against my hard length.

“You want me, sweetheart?”

“Always.”