I tilt my head, watching her in the dim light, my thumb stroking the inside of her thigh now, higher, closer. “I don’twantyou to. I expect you to. I’ve had my fill of empty beds.” My voice drops lower. “Tonight, I need you in mine.”
Her breath catches, and she nods. “I’d love to.”
A dark satisfaction curls through me. I tap the glass. “Penthouse,” I instruct. The driver raises a brow in the mirror, but one look from me has him shutting his mouth and pressing harder on the gas.
By the time we pull up to my building, I’m restless, pulse thick with the thought of her sprawled across my sheets. The doorman doesn’t exist. The lobby’s chandelier doesn’t exist.
All I can think of is getting her upstairs and out of those clothes.
The elevator doors close, trapping us in with polished marble and silence. She scoffs lightly, glancing at the floor. “Even this elevator is nicer than my whole apartment building.”
Her laugh is nervous. Mine isn’t. I step closer, boxing her against the mirrored wall, hands braced on either side of her face. She looks up, wide-eyed, lips parted, and I dip down, my mouth grazing hers before claiming it.
My hands run up the back of her neck and rake through her hair. She inhales sharply and her head falls back slightly, exposing her neck. My teeth lightly graze her soft skin and down to her collarbone.
The only thing I can think of is ripping these clothes off of her, feeling her soft skin against mine in the heat of passion.
How does she do this to me?
13
ELIZABETH
I can’t believe I’m doing this…
Never in a million years did I think that Jon would take me out on a public date, let alone invite me to sleep over at his penthouse. I instantly feel out of place. Everything, down to the elevator, is extravagant.
But with his lips on my body, it’s hard to focus on anything else. My breath quickens as he nibbles lightly down to my collarbone, and my head falls back while I dig my fingers into his shoulders.
My mind quickly takes me back to the first time we made love in the cabin. I’ve been craving him ever since that night, but now that it’s here, I can’t wait until he can fill that void I’ve been feeling ever since.
I feel the elevator lift us, and Jon presses me up against the wall, kissing my lips once more as his hands cup my face gently. A loud ding pulls him away from me, and the doors slide open, revealing a hallway with a single door on either side.
“Shall we continue this inside?” he asks as we step off the elevator.
With the whirlwind of the date mixed with old emotions from the first time we spent the night together, I grab him and shove him against the wall as I kiss him. Our tongues are wild as they dance in his mouth against one another, and he grunts under his breath.
My fingers find his jacket button and undo it, allowing his jacket to open enough for me to start unbuttoning his white shirt. My hands find his bare chest, and I moan as he reaches under my sweater dress and cups my ass tightly.
We slowly shift down to his door, and he taps something against a black box located above the knob and it clicks. He wastes no time quickly lifting me and shoving us through the front door of his penthouse.
Once inside, he sets me down on the counter of his kitchen, our lips never separating until he undoes my black belt, grabs my dress, and pulls it over my head. It drops to the floor, and I do the same with his shirt once he slides off his jacket.
I decided to wear a more colorful option of lingerie tonight, not knowing that this would be the outcome of our first date. He finds my lips again as his hand unclasps my bright pink bra and tosses it on the ground.
His fingers lightly make their way up my thighs and slide my panties to the side before dipping two fingers inside of me. I gasp and grip his naked shoulders as he practically holds me off the edge of the counter.
“Someone missed me,” he whispers as his fingers curl, bouncing directly onto my sweet spot. With his hips, he pushes my legsfurther apart as his thumb rubs lightly against my clit while the other two continue to curl up.
My head falls forward, pressing against his forehead, and I bite my bottom lip gently. His fingers are magic.
With the foreplay in the hallway, I’m already close to bursting. My hips thrust forward against his movements as my hand reaches out and massages his erection through his pants. I need him…I need to fill that void he left from the last time we had sex.
“Not yet,” he directs. “I want to feel you gush first.” Soft whimpers drip off my lips as he quickens his speed.
Suddenly, my toes curl and I look him in the eyes, remembering he likes to see me come. One last cry, and I’m squirming on his fingers. He quickly removes his fingers and leans down. His tongue runs up and down my slit, lapping up his work.
Panting, my head falls back as he stands back up to his height.
