Harrison pushed me back against the wall, his hand sliding down to grab the back of my knee and pulling my leg up.
He stepped closer, and his hard length pressed against the core of me.
Harrison’s teeth snagged my lower lip, biting, pulling until a moan escaped me.
Then his lips were slanting over mine again.
Harder.
Hungrier.
Mine responded in kind.
My hands slid up his arms, then sank into his soft hair, even as his twisted in mine and tugged. The pain/pleasure combination coursed across my scalp, making my lips break from his with a moan.
Harrison’s head ducked—lips, tongue, and teeth teasing my neck.
His hips rocked against mine, making his hardness press against me.
“Cameras,” I panted when he reached toward the emergency stop button.
My own hand shot out, hitting the button for my floor before getting lost in him for another moment until the elevator chimed and the doors slid open.
I slipped out from the cage of Harrison’s body, grabbed his tie, and pulled him out into the hall with me.
CHAPTER TWO
I fumbled in my chips bag for my room card as Harrison stood behind me, his warm breath on my neck, making little goosebumps spread across my skin. His hand rested on my hip, the other shot out and pushed the door open the second the keycard lock turned green.
We stumbled into my darkened room, the only light the neon pinks, blues, and yellows from the strip spilling in through the windows and highlighting the bed that dominated the space.
I shifted closer, drawn to the heat between us, my breasts crushing to his chest.
His hands tightened, and a low rumble moved through him, vibrating into me.
Harrison reached down, grabbing both my legs and lifting me up off my feet as he slammed me back against the wall.
I bit his lip as his thickness nudged between my spread legs.
His hips bucked, and a ragged moan ripped from my chest.
I was so far gone already.
But Harrison was in no rush.
His lips slanted over mine again—sure, practiced, utterly consuming.
He was kissing me like he had something to prove. And I let him, wrapping my arms around his neck, holding him close.
My pulse stuttered, then found a quicker rhythm it seemed determined to keep.
His tongue teased over mine, and my breath caught low in my chest, like it forgot how to leave politely.
My thoughts thinned out, fraying at the edges. I was suddenly too aware of where his hands were… and where I wanted them.
Before I could ask for more, though, his hips rocked against me.
I short-circuited.
