“Not here.” Deftly, he refastened my pants and set me on my feet.
Then he took my hand and tugged me out of the box.
Heart hammering, I followed him.
CHAPTER 26
BASTIAN
Slapping my hand to the lock pad on my private elevator, I forced myself to stay on one side of the space. Lark was on the other side, her back pressed against the mirrored wall.
I could still hear her sexy, little cries, feel her hot body clenching on my fingers.
We eyed each other, and I swear the air in the elevator felt electric. I knew if I touched her now, I’d give my security team manning the cameras an eyeful.
I didn’t want our first time to be on the floor of an elevator.
Finally, the elevator slowed and stopped. I grabbed her hand and pulled her out the doors. A second later, I unlocked the front door of my penthouse and dragged her inside.
As soon as the door closed behind us, we both spun. Lark stepped forward as I yanked her against me. We collided.
Her arms slid around my neck, her hands diving into my hair. The kiss was scorching and hungry. Her body vibrated with need, and I felt a hunger growing inside me. A hunger deeper than any I’d felt before.
Then she was tugging my shirt out of my pants. I yanked her shirt over her head.
We tracked an unwieldy path across my living area, kicking off shoes and dropping pieces of clothing. I unfastened her pants, pausing to nip her bare shoulder. I needed her naked. I needed all that smooth skin free for me to touch, however I liked.
She fumbled with the buttons on my shirt, cursing.
“Why are you wearing so many clothes?” With a sound of triumph, she got the shirt open and yanked it down my arms. Then she attacked my pants.
My cock was hard, need pounding through me. I was close to slamming her against the wall and thrusting inside her. I wanted her screaming. I wanted her scratching my back. I wanted her pussy taking my cock.
No. This was Lark. I wouldn’t rush it. I wouldn’t have it be fast, furious, and over.
I stripped the rest of her clothes off, leaving her in a pair of black panties. Today of all days, she’d decided to wear panties. She still had a bandage on her side, but it was far smaller than the night she’d been stabbed. I knew it was healing well.
Scooping her up, I headed for the bedroom with long strides. Her mouth collided with mine, then she attacked my neck, her teeth scraping a tendon. She lapped at my pulse point, and I knew she’d feel it hammering.
“You like that, don’t you? Feeling my pulse go crazy for you.”
Her teeth dug in. “So much life. I love how strong it is.”
I understood her little obsession. I groaned, my hands clenching on her ass.
I crossed the bedroom, desperate now, and tumbled her onto the bed. I kicked my pants off, then yanked my boxers down. Bending over her, I took her mouth again. As I kissed her, I dragged her panties off her body.
She pulled me down and rolled. She shoved hard, pushing me onto my back. She straddled my body, dropping nipping kisses across my chest. I felt the frenzied wild energy pumpingoff her. She found the now-healed mark she’d left when she’d stabbed me, her tongue running over it.
I rolled us. “We’re not rushing, little bird.” I palmed her breasts, toying with the pebbled nipples.
“I need you inside me.” She bucked her hips up.
“I know. Soon.” I took my time, stroking her, shaping her curves. I loved her firm body, her pretty breasts, her flushed skin.
“Bastian,faster.”
“No.” I lowered my head and sucked one nipple into my mouth.
