I swallowed, then nodded. “Let’s do it. We gotta say goodbye first.”
We found Fiona and Gideon, both of them way past tipsy, and they spent thirty seconds hugging each of us. I met Michelle’s gaze over Gideon’s shoulder and winked. She patted her friend’s back and promised to call soon, and I held out my hand, waiting for her to take it.
She did.
Her hand slid into mine, her fingers threading between my own, and I knew I was done for.
I had been fighting a hard-on since the limo, but now? Now, knowing I had her for the entire night, knowing she was choosing to leave with me despite every instinct telling her to keep her distance.
It made my restraint snap like a live wire.
I pulled her in without thinking, my hand creeping lower, finding the curve of her ass as I squeezed.
She let out a quiet gasp, her body melting into mine, and my fingers flexed, kneading, memorizing.
The elevator doors hadn’t even opened yet, and I was already wrecked for her.
I tipped my head down, brushing my lips against her exposed shoulder, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to her skin before dragging my teeth against the sensitive spot near her neck.
Her breath hitched, and she tipped her head, giving me more.
“Brooks,” she murmured, her voice a warning and a plea all at once.
“Tell me to stop,” I whispered against her skin, but I knew she wouldn’t.
Instead, she sighed, her fingers gripping my jacket as she arched into me.
Then the elevator doors slid open.
The small, private space felt like fate, and I barely got us inside before Michelle launched herself at me, wrapping her legs around my waist and crushing her mouth against mine.
Fuck.
I stumbled back against the mirrored wall, my hands gripping her tight, holding her in place as she devoured me.
It was hot as hell. It was messy and desperate, all teeth and tongue and pent-up energy finally breaking free.
I groaned against her lips as she sucked my tongue into her mouth, her fingers tangling in my hair, tugging, controlling, taking.
Jesus, I’d missed this.
Missed her.
The way she gave herself over completely when she wanted something. The way she didn’t hold back when she let herself feel.
Our gazes met, and something inside me snapped.
Because it wasn’t just lust in her eyes.
It was something more. Something deeper, something unspoken.
I kissed her harder, my fingers digging into her hips as I ground against her, letting her feel exactly what she did to me.
She gasped into my mouth, and I swallowed the sound, groaning when she rolled her hips, rubbing against me like she needed this just as badly. Knowing she wasn’t wearing panties killed me. I could feel her heart on me.
The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open, but neither of us moved.
Not until I forced myself to break the kiss, panting against her mouth.
