The doors slide shut, enclosing us in the finely decorated space. I shift a little in the circle of his arm to look up at his face directly, not just the reflection in the mirrored walls. He’s got some scruff growing on his cheeks from the day, and I reach up to do what I’ve been wanting to do since I met him, feeling the rough beginning of a beard and the soft skin right above it.
He grabs my hand to stop the movement, his hand covering mine on his face. Before I can apologize for pawing at him, he dips his head closer to mine.
“Do you want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you?” he asks, not getting closer until I answer the question, despite my attempts trying to move us along by getting on my toes to get closer to his lips.
“Yes.” I don’t even have the patience to tease him in this moment, I’m so far gone.
“Thank god,” he breathes out,finallylowering his mouth the rest of the way to cover my lips.
The whiskers I was feeling up a second ago tickle my mouth, making my nose twitch at the sensation. They also cause a giggle to escape, my lips parting with the movement and putting us in deeper contact. The move sends some more of those sparks of electricity through me, and I decide to devote all my time to getting more of that sensation.
The move unleashes him, and he puts both hands on either side of my waist to push me firmly against the wall of the elevator, his tongue coming out to join the kiss,aggressively. My eyes widen in shock as lust races through me when my back makes firm contact with the wall and his hands pin me in place.
Nice guys aren’t supposed to make out like that.
His hands slide under my heavy coat to grab my ass. Encouraged by his hand, my right leg lifts, rubbing my tights-clad crotch against his dress pants, my dress riding up in the excitement. Beau’s hard dick meets each thrust of mine.
His lips return to mine, devouring me in his urgency. I hear the ding of the elevator indicating we’re on his floor but ignore it.
I’m perfectly happy where I am, and I won’t be told what to do by an elevator ding.
The sound of a throat clearing breaks into the moment with more success than the ding had. We break apart and I see with satisfaction that Beau’s breathing is jagged. I focus on that instead of the unlucky spectator as we stubble out of the elevator, because the judgement would be a real mood killer.
But as I get an eyeful of Beau’s solid outline striding past me, grabbing my hand to pull me in the right direction, I don’t think a little thing like judgement is going to dampen this electricity any.
Beau stops in front of a door and fumbles for his key. He’s taking too long, so I cuddle against his back and reach into his pants pocket to surreptitiously stroke his erection from the side. Beau groans in response, resting his head against the door.
I immediately withdraw my hand. “Open the door, Slow MacDonald, or we’re going to give everyone on the floor a show.”
Beau stiffens his shoulders and gets his key out of his other pocket. He quickly presses it against the lock,finallyopening the door. As impatient as me, he rushes through the doorway and I fall in behind him since I was leaning on that back.
Beau catches me before I can face-plant into the thick carpet, sweeping me over his right shoulder before I can trip over anything else. I giggle at the sudden rush of blood because of the movement and because of the joy of being around him.
He shoves the door closed with his foot and hits the light switch with his elbow, his hands still firmly on my ass. The room is a blur as Beau’s long legs eat up the distance to the bed.
He gently tosses me onto the bed, kissing me as his hands push up my dress. He finds the waistband of my tights despite the bouncing movement of my landing and slips his hand under. He makes a low sound in his throat when he can’t get very far under the control top garment. His mouth leaves mine and he looks at my waist in confusion.
“Are you wearin’ a chastity belt?”
“No, they’re just tights.” If I had known this was going to happen, I would have worn much easier undressing-for-sex clothes.
I move my hands to help him, but he gently brushes them away.
“I have protected peach harvests from tornados. I think I can figure out your damn underwear.”
There’s that accent again, getting deeper. With lust, this time. Although it could be frustration.
He starts with my shoes this time, tossing them over his shoulder. Then he slides his hands in at the top of the tights again and this time peels them down. They get stuck a few times, requiring some impressive feats of strength. The effort makes me laugh, the up and down motion on a bouncy bed not helping Beau in his task. When he’s done, he holds up my tights like he’s Arthur and he just got the sword out of the stone.
I laugh harder at the image, getting up on my knees to take the offending garment out of his hands and toss it to join my shoes in the land beyond Beau’s shoulders.
Hands free, I slide them around his shoulders, drawing him in for a kiss. We tear at the rest of each other’s clothes while sloppily kissing, until we’re naked. I don’t get very long to savor the view, since Beau wraps his arms around me and lifts me up so he can readjust me.
I wrap my legs around his waist to bring the good parts together and he jerks away from me before I can rub against him fully.
“Wha—” I reach for his shoulders to pull him back to me, not liking the sudden cold I feel in his absence.
“One second, Baby Girl, one second.” He gets all the way off the bed and rushes to his bag. He rummages through it, cursing the longer it takes, and then finally finds his treasure and returns to the bed.
