Which means we’re finally on the same fucking page.
I shove everything in front of me off the table, the cards fluttering through the air while the chips clatter to the floor. I push Pippa off my lap so she can lay across the table. I’m on top of her before she can protest the distance. Her hungry lips are back on mine in a second.
Yeah, my bed is upstairs, but fuck beds. Fuck anything that makes me wait any longer for this woman. Her legs wrap around my waist as she grinds against my cock, the layers of fabric between us not enough to diminish how goddamn good the friction between us feels.
She tugs at my shirt, yanking it up my back. I help her get it over my head, but I don’t take the time to undress her. Not yet. I need more of her mouth, more kisses, more confirmation that there’s nothing stopping me from having her.
I’m so fully wrapped up in her that the ding of the elevator feels like a distant afterthought. It takes somebody screaming to break through the haze of happiness I’m swimming in.
“Oh my god!” someone shrieks.
“Hell yeah!” someone else yells.
Pippa and I break apart to look up at all our friends—the guys, plus Cat and Brinley—staring at us. Pippa instinctively raises her hands to cover her chest, even though she’s still fully clothed. For now.
“We texted you,” Cat explains breathlessly. “Nate checked the security tapes and saw that Ryan came up here and?—”
“We were a little busy,” I mutter.
“Right—duh,of course.”
Brinley shields her eyes with a hand, elbowing Luke to encourage him to do the same. “Don’t look at them!”
“Someone close the doors!” Nate orders from the back.
Beau just laughs. “Don’t mind us, man. We’re just leaving. As you were.”
James jams his finger against the “Close Doors” button until everyone is finally, mercifully gone, though we can still hear them giggling the whole ride back downstairs.
Pippa groans. “Oh mygod, they really just caught us.”
“They were going to find out eventually, Pips.” Her face is bright red from blushing, and I chuckle as I kiss each of her cheeks. “You think they’ll ever let us live this down?”
Her hands go from her chest to cover her face. “Nope. Never.”
“Hey.” I grab both her wrists, pulling them up above her head. “Don’t cover your face. You’re so cute when you’re all embarrassed.”
I didn’t think it was possible, but she turns even redder. It spreads down her neck and…
“In fact, I want to see how far down this blush goes.”
Pippa nods, biting her lip and looking goddamn adorable. I yank her sweater over her head, then her black lace bralette. Once her torso’s bare, she raises her hands back up above her head—right where I put them earlier.
“That’s right. Keep your hands up there,” I instruct, grinning. “I want to look at you, all spread out on the table.”
She kicks her shoes off, and I make quick work of the button on her jeans, pulling them down her legs along with her underwear. She looks so goddamn perfect, her olive skin against the emerald-green velvet.
“Fuck, I’m going to make you drip all over this table.”
Pippa’s blush goes all the way down her neck, and I pull off my shirt, too, before I crawl on top of her to kiss it. Her neck is silky under my lips, and she moans softly.
“Here’s the deal, Pippa,” I mutter. “I’m not going to tie your hands, because I know you’re going to be good for me. Aren’t you, baby?””
She nods. “I’ll try.”
I lower my mouth to her breast, dragging my teeth around the swell of her flesh. “You’ll do better than try. I know how much you missed me touching you. Just like I know how miserable you’ll be if I stop.”
I pull my mouth away, close enough that she can feel my breath. Just like I expected, she whines and shoves her chest up toward my mouth. I watch her squirm for a minute, so pretty and desperate. Her hands twitch over her head, and I know she’s tempted to grab my head and move my mouth right where she wants it.
