I kissed her like I needed to consume her.
Like she was the only thing that could shut off the chaos in my head.
She moaned into my mouth and it undid me.
I pushed her backwards, blindly navigating the suite. Her purse hit the floor. I yanked her top over her head, barely breaking the kiss. My hands skimmed her waist, her hips, her ribs—greedy, desperate.
She grabbed the front of my shirt, nails catching, dragging it up. I let her strip it off me and tossed it aside. Her eyes dragged down my chest like she wanted to devour me, and fuck, I wanted to let her.
We stumbled toward the bed, bumping into the edge of the couch on the way. I spun her, pinned her against it, grinding against her with a groan. She gasped, biting her lip, pupils blown wide.
“Bed,” she panted.
“Yes,” I rasped, already lifting her again. She wrapped her legs around me like she had in Shanghai—but this time, it wasn’t desperation. It was surrender. I carried her the last few steps, dropping her onto the mattress like she weighed nothing. She scrambled back and I followed, kneeling between her legs as I kissed her again—slower now, deeper.
My hand slid over her stomach, tracing the curve of her waist, up to her ribs, her breasts. She arched into me, whimpering when I dragged my mouth from hers to kiss along her jaw, her throat, her collarbone.
When I reached her bra, I paused.
She looked up at me, flushed and breathless.
“I want to see you,” I said.
She sat up, reached behind her, and unhooked it.
Then she looked me dead in the eye and dropped it off her shoulders like it was nothing.
Like she knew exactly what it would do to me.
Jesus.
I ran my hands up her sides and cupped her breasts, thumbs grazing across her nipples as I kissed her again—this time with reverence. No rush now. No fury. Just heat and pressure and want.
She pushed me back onto the bed and climbed into my lap, straddling me. Her hands braced on my shoulders, and for a long, breathless moment, she just looked at me.
“This is insane,” she said softly.
“Absolutely.”
“We’re going to ruin each other.”
“I’m already ruined,” I said.
And I meant it.
She kissed me again, slower this time, her hips grinding against mine in maddening rhythm. When we shed the last of our clothes, the frantic energy had drained away and what was left was burning heat.
Every movement. Every gasp. Every inch of skin against skin.
She took me inside of her and rode me like she was trying to memorise the shape of us together. My hands guided her hips, my mouth caught every moan. She came apart in my arms, herbody trembling, her breath stuttering against my lips. She was wild fire, hot skin and breath and when she came, she burned brighter.
I took firm hold of her and flipped her onto her back, barely breaking contact between our bodies. I buried myself deep inside her and captured her lips with mine again. We moved slowly together, writhing in the dimly lit suite at the top of the shimmering glass tower. I was lost in her and spinning so far beyond my control that I had no choice but to cling to her like my life depended on it.
She came apart again, crying out with the intensity of it. I followed a moment later, shuddering and gripping her so tight I was scared I’d leave marks.
But she didn’t seem to mind.
She grasped my waist, pulling my body flush against hers. Both of us were slick with sweat, hearts pounding like engines.
