“Sorry,” she whispers.
“You’re good. Let’s go upstairs.” I nod to the door behind her, wanting to take the elevator because climbing all those flights after running down them is the least appealing idea I can think of. Especially if I’m going to save my energy to fuck her.
“But… what about?”
“Upstairs. Or on the elevator.”
Her brightness returns, and she leads the way out the door, hurrying toward the elevator and pressing the button. It comes quickly, and I punch in the number for my floor as we wait for the doors to close. I lean back against the railing at the back of the elevator and a sly smile crosses her face as she comes up to me. Her fingers wrap around the edge of my T-shirt, and she raises onto her toes to kiss the side of my neck. I dig my hand into the soft curve of her ass to pull her closer and her warm lips trace their way over my throat and the curve of my shoulder.
“I want you so much,” she confesses as the doors start to close, and just those words and her mouth have me hard as fuck.
I slip my fingers back between her thighs, and she pulls closer to me searching for the friction she lost earlier. A soft moan escapes her when I slide inside her again.
“Spread for me.” I barely say the words before the doors pop open abruptly and a man gets on. I feel her whole body go tight with tension, and I turn us so that my body shields her, but I don’t let her go this time.
FIFTEEN
Scarlett
I’ve gotten my wish.This experiment has gone from almost caught on the steps to caught immediately on the elevator. The good-looking guy who gets on is dressed like he’s headed out for a date and the flowers he’s carrying up with him pretty much guarantee it. His eyes flick over Tobias and me as he gets on the elevator, a knowing smirk forming before he turns his back to us and presses a floor just a couple below the one that’s already lit up for us.
The smell of his cologne rivals Tobias’s, and I struggle to keep my focus on his fingers and his attention. Wound too tight by the fact that this man is standing a few feet away and is pretending like he doesn’t know what’s happening behind him. Tobias continues to taunt me with his touch. He teases my clit with the perfect amount of pressure and an involuntary gasp comes out before I can stop it.
The stranger looks back over his shoulder, his eyes drifting up my legs to where Tobias’s hand disappears under my skirt. His smirk widens and then his eyes flick up to meet mine, a knowing look of amusement in them. I can’t stop myself from staring back, returning his smile, and we’re caught like that for full seconds before I feel Tobias’s hand at my throat and his lips at my ear.
“Eyes on me.” The words are so rough they’re practically a growl, and my eyes snap back to his. The blue there deep and stormy as fuck as he glances up over his shoulder and then back to me. I keep my eyes on him as he picks up his speed to an almost punishing pace, and I rock my hips forward to counter him.
Another moan comes, and I crush my teeth into my lower lip to try to stop it. Closing my eyes when the stranger clears his throat in response. I try not to whimper when Tobias takes the pressure of his thumb away again, opening my eyes to try to make sense of it. His eyes search my face, and he looks even more pissed off than before as the elevator comes to a stop and the doors open.
“Have a good night!” The stranger calls behind him as he exits, and Tobias and I stand there staring at each other, his fingers slipping in and out of me, torturing me with the faintest pressure imaginable as the doors close again.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, frowning at him but his expression doesn’t change and there’s no answer. The elevator climbs a few more floors and his fingers slip out of me as he searches for his keys. He’s quiet while we exit it and he unlocks the door for us. He tosses them on a bench before he grabs me and pins me up against the wall in the entryway. Kicking the door shut with his foot.
“First rule if we play these games Scarlett… If I’m touching you, your eyes are on me. I get your full attention.”
The words make my heart flutter, and I feel a flush on my cheeks, half from the embarrassment and half from how badly I need to come after two back-to-back almost orgasms.
“I’m sorry. You have it now,” I apologize because I want him back.
“I want it always.” He grabs my chin and his eyes drift over my face. “At least when we’re doing this. I fucking mean it, Scarlett.” Something in his eyes looks lost despite the firmness of his tone, and I circle my arms around his neck.
“Eyes on you, promise.” My fingertips slide over his traps as I try to reassure him.
His gaze drops to my lips, and I run my tongue over the lower one. The tension is palpable, and I feel like even breathing too much could spin this whole thing out of control. So I hold it as I wait for him.
“I hate kissing,” he mumbles, like he’s trying to remind himself and explain to me at the same time. “Especially when I fuck. Ruins the mood.”
I puzzle at the statement, realizing that despite everything else we’ve done, we have not in fact kissed. I hadn’t missed it, which says something because I do like kissing. Being kissed. Especially if he’s good at it, and I imagine Tobias would be, or would have been if he was more practiced at it. But I can live without it. He more than makes up for it in other ways.
“Okay. I don’t mind.”
“But I want to know what you taste like. If your mouth is as sweet as the rest of you.”
My stomach twists, and I don’t have a chance to respond before his lips are on mine. He takes my mouth the same way he takes every part of me, without hesitation or apology. Like I already belong to him. His kiss is exploratory at first like he’s just tasting me to see if he likes it, and then firmer, and more insistent like he needs everything I can give him.
He grabs me and hauls me up against the wall and I wrap my legs around him. He grinds himself against my core, teasing pressure that makes me writhe against him for more as I feel him going harder. He pulls me down a few moments later and carries me out of the room while I kiss my way over his throat, one hand gripping his neck and the other traveling down his back.
“I need you inside me.”
