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“You…” Pausing, she looks away. Waiting for her to finish her sentence, I’m quick to realize nothing else is going to come.That’sher answer?
“Me?” My heart lurches and I feel it clogging up my throat. “You were thinking about me?”
When she meets my eyes this time, there’s a mix of anger and embarrassment. Her brows narrow as one of her hands flattens against my shirt. One push is all she attempts before accepting I’m not moving an inch.
“Are you satisfied now?” Her lips bunch up as she frowns. “Go on and laugh if you want to, I don’t care.”
I don’t laugh, nor do I even smile in victory. I’m too busy capturing her chin when she tries to turn away to hide the hurt she’s inflicting upon herself.
Those flushed cheeks had my mind set on what sort of thoughts were crossing her mind. With the ability to place myself in them, I can’t stop myself. Not when I’m this far gone.
I kiss her. Never considering myself as the passionate type, that all goes right out the window once I shift my hands away from the bars onto her body.
Veronica doesn’t push me away in disgust. At first, she stiffens with confusion. Once her lips are parting and she’s granting access to an unimaginable sweetness, her body melts between the wall and my chest.
When her hands clutch the front of my shirt and a noise, no, awhimpervibrates against my lips, I’m gone for this beauty.
Now is the time for me to want to bang my fist against my chest and declare my victory. I’ve got the woman of my dreams right here, letting these scarred hands touch her.
Touching her is putting it lightly.
She breaks away when my hands slide around her body, gasping as I cup her from behind. Whether she’s aware of it or not, she’s standing on her toes to make it easier to grab a handful of her ass.
After letting her pack up a bag from her apartment a few days ago, I happily discovered how much of a fan she was of sweatpants and leggings. Now, I’m quite the fan myself.
Hardly anything is separating our skin and the heat growing between the both is intense.
When I tug her flush against my front, her eyes double in size. There’s no hiding what damage a small kiss has done. Instead of finding amusement in my body’s response, she’s itching to move a little closer.
Every shift of her body is torture. I don’t help our situation out at all by rubbing against her.
The next kiss doesn’t catch her off guard, but she struggles to keep up. While she might not be able to match the fervor behind the kiss, her body responds perfectly. Shaking and trembling, every little movement feeds my hunger one lick at a time.
When another whine leaves her lips, I crush the thought of burying my cock inside of her in this elevator. Despite it not taking any effort to strip her of the thin fabric, I’m still somewhat able to think logically.
There’s a camera above, one I’ll have to take care of after this. No one will see this side of my rabbit. Soon enough, with the alarms buzzing ahead, the noise will grab someone’s attention. I’ve lost count of the seconds that have now become minutes.
With my body covering most of her up, I’m not going to risk exposing Veronica. Still, I can’t help but rub her through the thin fabric from behind.
Choking on her next breath, her legs naturally part. Even through her leggings, I feel her slickness. Dragging my fingers across, it doesn’t take a genius to find where she’s most sensitive. It’s pure torture touching her like this, yet, I can’t stop.
Not until she’s jerking and moaning my name. The way she’s clinging onto me, I am falling deeper and deeper. I don’t want to release her, not even after she’s experienced a release of her own.
How long have we been plucking at each other? Long enough to do some serious damage. My cock’s going to have a zigzag imprint by the time I make it to my room.
Knowing we’ll be interrupted any moment is what gives me the strength to pull myself off of her.
Veronica is flushed, panting, and wide-eyed. Using the wall as support, she stares at me with swollen lips. Speechless, she works on catching her breath as I thump my hand against the same button to get this elevator moving again.
The ride isn’t long enough to talk about what just happened. Hell, I’m a man who talks with his actions and if she doesn’t know how I feel now, I don’t know how else to spell it out to her.
Thankfully, we make it to her floor without a single stop. I don’t need any casuals joining us to spot all the damage done.
She steps out without a word, looking confused when I don’t immediately join her.
If I walk with her, I’m going to flatten her on the mattress as soon as we make it to her room. I’m already fighting a battle to keep my hand glued to the entrance of the elevator doors. I can’t allow them to close.
Digging into my pocket, I offer up her key. “I trust you.”
