The elevator walls are mirrored, and I can’t help thinking about the one-way glass of Muse’s VIP rooms. If I were any less a man—if Evelyn Beckham were any other woman in the world—I’d have her naked and bound, spread out beneath me in one of those voyeuristic playrooms right now.
The thought alone makes my cock even harder. But I don’t want to share her with anyone. Not even the hapless building security personnel at the lobby desk who’s probably monitoring the elevator feed at this very moment.
As soon as the doors slide open, I stalk out to the vestibule outside her apartment, holding Evelyn by the hand. My lungs are heaving, my voice nothing more than a rasp. “Give me your keys. I’ll get the door.”
She fishes them out of her small crossbody purse, positioning herself in front of me as I hastily work the locks. Her hands rove across my chest and up along my neck, driving me past the point of distraction. We barely make it inside before she attacks my mouth in a fevered kiss.
Fuck. I’m a man who prefers control when it comes to sex—hell, I require it—but it won’t take much for me to lose my grasp now. I’m too raw, too hungry for this woman who seems to trigger every base craving that lives inside me.
I slam the door closed and pivot her against it, our lips joined and hot on each other. I’d assumed all of the blood in my brain had already vacated to points south, but as I pin Evelyn’s soft curves beneath me against thedoor, my arousal surges past agony to rampant, urgent need.
She moans into my open mouth, her body meeting mine as I move against her, punctuating each thrust of my tongue with a hard roll of my hips. She wraps one long leg around my ass, opening herself even more, teasing me with the promise of what we both need. The release that waits for both of us beneath the barrier of our clothing.
“Gabe,” she sighs, panting between kisses. “Please, Gabe . . .”
“I know, baby.” It’s all she has to say. We’re both too far gone to slow down, let alone pause to think this through.
I reach up for the zipper of her black dress and pull it down. A faint metallic scrape of sound as the tiny teeth let go, inch by delectable inch. Evelyn’s shuddery exhalation as I peel the curve-hugging fabric away from her buttery light-brown skin. It all combines to drive me fucking wild.
I lower my head to taste the velvety smoothness of her collarbone, then the delicate dip at the base of her elegant throat. The mounds of her breasts ride high on her chest, firm and buoyant, held aloft in the pretty black lace cups of her bra. I bend further, trailing my mouth over both lovely swells, cleaving my tongue into the sweet valley between them.
“This is beautiful,” I murmur, tracing the edge of the black lace with my thumb. “One of your designs?”
She nods, her bottom lip caught under her teeth. I grunt and rip the lace open.
At her startled gasp, I arch a brow. “Did you think I was going to play nice after the way you teased metonight?”
Whatever she means to say in reply dissolves into a shuddery groan as I lift one of her perfect breasts in my hand and bring it up to meet my mouth. Her dusky brown nipple is as tight as a pebble on my tongue, her skin as sweet as sugar. I suck her deep, grazing her with my teeth while I caress and knead her with fevered hands.
Her fingers toy with my hair, wrapping tightly as her body quivers under my assault. I tear my mouth away from her on a low curse.
“Jesus, what you do to me. You had me so hard in that club, you’re lucky I didn’t lift your skirt and fuck you right there in front of everyone.”
Her eyes widen, but there’s no fear in her shocked gaze. “You should’ve tried. What makes you think I would have stopped you?”
Holy hell. A wordless growl rumbles in my throat. It’s all I’ve got, lust rendering me incapable of speech now. I swoop back to her mouth, taking it with another hard, hungered kiss.
I push her dress and bra off her shoulders, leaving the clothing to pool at our feet. She’s so exquisite it almost hurts to look at her. Every inch of her is perfection. Flawless beauty, dressed only in strappy black sandals and minuscule black lace panties that match the pretty bra I’ve ruined.
I want to apologize for that, but I can’t when she’s looking at me with such open need. I step in close again, wedging myself between her legs as I catch her face in my hands and kiss her until we’re both out of breath, both vibrating with the force of our need.
I’m fully clothed, with my service weapon stillholstered across my chest beneath my jacket. I want to be naked against her, but the desire I see in her face won’t wait for that. My own desire won’t wait for the time it would take me to free my leg from the prosthesis and undress so I can make love to her the way I want to, the way she deserves.
Her head falls back against the door as I leave her mouth to have another taste of her breasts. With one hand still caught behind her neck, I send my other over her breasts again, then down the smooth planes of her torso, until my fingers graze the top edge of her panties.
My cock jerks when I reach beneath the lace and find her smooth and bare. “Ah, Christ.” My fingertips slip into the silky, wet cleft of her pussy and my answering groan sounds raw, animalistic. “You’re so soft here, Eve. So fucking hot.”
“Gabriel . . .”
Hearing my name slip off her tongue like a prayer decimates what little control I have left where she’s concerned. I want to hear it again. I want to hear her scream it and know that I’m the only man she wants right now. The only man she needs.
Rubbing the firm bud of her clit with my thumb, I cover her mouth with mine and sink my fingers into her slick, silken folds. “You’re so tight,” I mutter against her lips. “I can feel your little muscles working all along my fingers.”
She moans, moving in time with my strokes, her teeth grazing my tongue and lower lip. I thrust deep, into her mouth and into her sex. She shudders, her body soft and melting against me, her tiny muscles rippling against my fingers.
She’s teetering on the edge of climax, but I’m notready to take her there just yet. Not with my hand.
“I need to taste you, baby. I want to feel you come against my tongue.”
