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“Take a guess.”
Her arms peppered with goosebumps, and we quickened our step. I spun her into my arms as soon as the elevator door closed and took her mouth. Her body fell limply into my hold and she parted her lips. My tongue swept along hers. She tasted like promise and irresistible temptation. I moved her up against the wall and roamed my hands over her body, swallowing her shallow breaths. My thumbs drew over her cheeks as I held her face between my hands.
The elevator dinged, and the door opened. I peeled my mouth away from her swollen lips and turned to the gaping couple at the entrance.
“This elevator is taken.” The possessive grunt rolling through my chest surprised me too, but it worked. They stepped back. The door closed, and I returned to her mouth. I kissed her until we reached our floor. She giggled as we ran down the corridor holding hands, nearly tripping over our feet. I scanned the access card, grabbed her hand, and pulled her inside the suite and right against my body. My hands roamed over her silhouette in search of a fastening while my mouth couldn’t get enough of hers.
“Under my arm,” she said in between kisses, and I found the zipper.
The pantsuit swooshed to the floor, and she stepped out of the fabric. I kicked off my shoes, and she stepped out of her heels. Her tiny fingers worked the bowtie undone and moved onto the shirt buttons. She was swift and effective. The shirt opened, and I pressed my torso to her heated skin.
“Ouch! Careful,” she hissed, and I pulled away.
“I’m sorry.”
“No, no. Don’t stop.” She drew my hands back to her body. “The wound is still sore, but for the sake of my hormones and sanity, please don’t stop. The stitches won’t break.”
“You got stitches?”
I backed up again, wanting to see, but she pulled me in against her.
“I told you.” Her lips vibrated over mine. “They cut me open, and the scar is not pretty, so I’m not sure—”
I shut her mouth with mine, kissing her deep and hard, robbing her of words and thought the same way she had robbed my mind. I walked backward with her in my arms, keeping the seal between us closed. Her swift hands worked my slacks, and by the time we reached the bed, we were stripped to our undergarments.
She broke the kiss and hopped up on the bed, more agile than I would have expected.
“How rough can I be?” I eyed her. A red mark ran along her right side in the shape of a C.
A smile split her lips. “Why don’t you test me?”
I shook out my hands. “I don’t know. I don’t want to hurt you.”
She lifted to her knees, crawled on all fours to the edge, and climbed up my body, securing herself against me. My skin ignited at the touch as her soft curves melted underneath my hot muscles. I wanted to touch her and feel her all over.
“Then let me test you.” Her seductive voice slithered into my mouth as her lips brushed over mine.
“What?”
“Do you trust me?”
“In theory.”
She sloped her head to the left.
“All right, I trust you.”
“How much?” she squealed.
“I want to say with my life, but you’re making me nervous right now.”
“I promise you’ll come out alive. Lie down on your back and close your eyes.”
This woman tested me in ways no woman had tested me before.
I shifted to the middle of the bed, and she rose and slipped off her panties one leg at a time. Her pussy glistened above me as she stood wide-legged at the side of my hips. She drew her fingers up her slit, over her stomach, and through the valley between her breasts. I watched as she slipped a finger between her lips and sucked off her essence.
Fucking hot.
