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The connection was crazy.
He tipped the valet after handing over the keys, and I noticed he had a wad of cash. My thoughts drifted back to the conversation I’d had with the girls. Maybe he was a bank robber. Who’d think about hunting him down in a five-star hotel in the middle of Manhattan? He took me by the hand, his hold firmer than it had been before. As he strode through the lobby, he pulled me closer, his actions possessive.
The fact he’d said no more than a few words to me should also jump out as a huge red flag, but I was still too enthralled by the man to care. Or maybe I was taking Joy’s suggestion seriously. At this point, my mind was too muddled to find the answer.
He was perfectly calm as he waited for the locked elevator, which meant we were headed to a private suite. Cha-ching. Add another four thousand or so onto the price tag for a night. Maybe it also helped to know he wasn’t a complete deadbeat.
When the steel box finally arrived, he pulled me in with such ferocity that I almost tripped. He caught me in his arms, immediately pushing me against the elevator wall, planting his hands on either side of me. My natural defensive tendencies kicked in and I slammed my palms against his chest.
The look in his insanely gorgeous eyes was unnerving, exciting, and carnal. I could swear the man believed he owned me. Maybe I should make it clear that this wasn’t the kind of girl I was, and it would never happen again.
“I don’t do this kind of thing. I’m not…” The words seemed silly to say since I was standing in the elevator headed to his hotel room.
“You’re not what, princess?”
The word he used sent a wave of shivers straight down my spine. “Don’t call me that. I’m not a princess. Just a woman who… Who’s lost her mind.”
When I laughed nervously, he crowded my space even more, which I didn’t think was possible. His heated breath cascaded across my skin and my entire body was on fire.
“I think you know exactly what you want.” He slowly untied the knot in my coat, pushing it aside. When he took a deep and very exaggerated breath, I trembled all over again. His need to devour me was evident by the sharp line of his clenched jaw, the twist of his lush lips.
His assumption added to the adrenaline rush and within seconds, I’d curled my fingers around his shirt. As I lifted my head, the action bringing our lips within an inch, one of my nervous tics appeared and I dragged my tongue across the seam of my mouth. I’d yet to be able to control my breathing and I doubted that was going to change any time soon.
He chuckled, the sound vibrating through every muscle. “Yes, I definitely think you know what you want.” He rolled the rough pad of his index finger under my chin, the touch lighter than I’d expected. But I sensed it would be the last gentle action he took. When he cupped my face, his fingers digging into my jaw, I shuddered to my core. “And I’m going to take it from you.”
I stopped breathing altogether as his touch seared my skin. I was completely lost in a fog, longing to rake my nails down his massive chest, stroking his cock. He lowered his head again until the soft brush of his lips against mine was as close to heaven as I’d ever been. I clutched his shirt, darting out my tongue involuntarily. I tasted beer and danger, the combination irresistible.
His actions weren’t savage, at least not yet, but when he captured my mouth, I shuddered from my insides out. He kept his lips on mine for a few seconds, slowly opening and closing my mouth, absorbing the tension I’d felt. It was as if I was melting into him, falling into a total abyss. There was no going back, no saying no. There was no doubt he’d take what he wanted. I’d allowed myself to be lured into a lion’s den.
The predator had captured his prey.
When he growled, I moaned in response. When he crushed his mouth over mine, I arched my back. And as he swept his tongue inside, stars floated in front of my eyes. There was no rush to his needs, as if he was tasting a fine wine for the first time, but I sensed a frenzy building, a need so intense that he’d lose control. He yanked me away from the elevator wall, grinding his hips against my stomach. The feel of his throbbing cock pressing into me was just a telling of what would come.
He was raw, brutal by nature. I doubted anyone had ever gotten away with saying no. Every sound he made was animalistic, his mouth working mine, his tongue dominating mine. All time ceased to exist. There was no one else in the world but the two of us destined to fulfill our carnal needs.
The kiss exploded into something else and even though he was still holding me tightly, he shifted. Then I realized he’d stretched out his long arm, slapping his hand on the emergency stop button. As the elevator stopped with a jerk, I moaned softly, my mind abuzz with what he had planned.
He explored my mouth, dominating my tongue before sucking on my bottom lip. The sound was primal, skittering through me like a tidal wave. Then he broke the connection, chuckling darkly before unbuttoning my blouse.
I watched his actions, never blinking, trying to control my rapidly beating heart. It wasn’t happening, my pulse racing. The moment he exposed my white lace bra, his lips curled in satisfaction. Then he yanked the silk from the waistband of my skirt, shaking his head after doing so. The look of extreme hunger riding his face kept me mesmerized.
With a single shift of his gaze, returning it to my eyes, I could read what was on his mind. Dear God. The man was going to devour me right here.
Swallowing hard, I rolled my hand over the well-worn leather encasing his broad shoulders, feeling more exposed than I had in a long time. He cupped my breasts, rolling his thumbs back and forth across my hard nipples. The sensations nearly drove me wild and I tossed my head back and forth. The air in the steel box was already stagnant, almost oppressive before. Now the steam rising from the heat of our bodies became suffocating.
Another growl rose from the depths of his being as he lowered his head, sucking on one nipple through the lace. His beastlike sounds echoed in the small chamber, but my stuttered moans escalated to the point they drowned out his animalistic growls.
I slapped one hand over my head, the slight noise of my hand against the steel surface adding another wave of vibrations. This was filthy, sinful, but exactly what I needed.
He bit my hardened bud, jerking his head and ripping the thin lace.
Gasping, I pulled away from the wall only to be slammed against it once again. He raked his other hand down my side, curling his fingers under the hem of my skirt. As he lifted the thin material, I held my breath. When he slipped his hand between my legs, I laughed nervously.
“What’s wrong, princess? Too aggressive for you?” His voice reverberated, the tone filling my mind with another series of dirty images.
“Not rough enough.”
He seemed surprised by my answer, giving me exactly what I wanted by driving his finger through the lace. The second he swirled the tip around my clit, my knees began to buckle.
