Iwas confident Hollis would be joining me tonight. What I hadn’t bet on was her choosing to leave the party early—not that I’m complaining. She’s been driving me insane all night, and I’m not sure she even realizes just how much.
There’s nothing remotely indecent about her dress. It’s perfectly respectable. Too bad my brain refuses to get on the same page. Every glimpse of bare skin whether it be the smoothline of her back, the curve of her shoulder, or that damn slit that shows off her leg... Fuck, I never even stood a chance.
I’ve been sporting a semi all night, doing my best to discreetly adjust myself whenever I can. I just have to hope none of the guys noticed, or I’m sure I’ll be hearing about it in the locker room come Monday.
We reach the elevators and I hit the up-arrow and send a quick prayer that nobody strolls over before it arrives.
A few seconds later, the doors slide open. I don’t know if I’ve earned some good karma or what, but not only is it empty, no one tries to sneak on after us.
We're finally alone and I’m not the only one who seems grateful. The second I hit the button for the twenty-fifth floor and the doors shut, we close off every inch of space between us.
My arms wrap around her waist as her hand slides into my hair and within seconds I have her pinned against the shiny elevator wall.
My lips slam into hers, as my hand instinctively reaches for her bare leg, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thigh as she wraps it around my waist. Our kisses aren’t sweet. If anything, they’re primal as we become a tangle of lips, tongues, and hands.
I need her, especially after a long night of having to pretend in front of all my teammates that nothing’s happening between us. I’m half-tempted to press the emergency stop button and take full advantage of our alone time, but eventually someone would interrupt, and that would only prolong things.
Disappointment washes over me as the doors open. It practically takes every ounce of willpower I possess to pull away, but not before catching her bottom lip between my teeth and giving it a teasing tug.
She looks up at me with heavy-lidded eyes as I drop her leg and reach for her hand instead. “Come on.”
I’m practically dragging her toward my hotel room, only letting go when we reach the door as I fumble for my wallet to grab the key card. Just as I’m about to yank it out, she pushes my back against the door, her lips crashing into mine.
“You’re taking way too long, and I’m far too impatient,” she whispers against my lips and I chuckle into hers.
“I thought you liked it when I took my time,” I tease as she peppers kisses along my jawline, giving me the chance to reach behind us as I somehow manage to tap my card against the electronic keypad.
“Slow can be good, but not right now, and definitely not when I desperately need you inside me,” she says between kisses before finally reaching the shell of my ear, pulling it between her teeth and giving it a gentle nip.
Fuck, that’s hot.
My free hand finds the back of her neck and I pull her back toward me, claiming her lips once more. With my main focus on her kiss, my other hand fumbles for the knob, doing my best to get it open. Finally, with a little luck, the door opens and we stumble backward. I wrap a hand around her waist, holding her steady as I do my best to keep us from stumbling onto the floor.
She giggles before kicking the door shut behind us. Thankfully, the hallway had been empty, but I’m sure we’re both ready for some actual privacy, especially with how dead-set she is on keeping the two of us a secret.
Her laughter soon fades as she sees what’s behind my shoulder.
“Fletch,” she gasps, her eyes wide and sparkling as she walks past me further into the room. “You did all this?”
When I’d made the reservation, I’d booked one of the nicest suites the hotel had to offer, but even more than that, I’d also arranged for it to be decorated with candles and rose petals.
“I may have had some help,” I admit, sliding in beside her, as my hand finds its new favorite spot of bare skin just above her ass.
She’s beaming as she tries, but ultimately fails to pull off a look of annoyance. “Fletch. We’re just friends. Friends don’t decorate hotel rooms like this.”
“We are,” I smirk. “I do this for all my friends.”
Her eyes narrow in mock outrage. “Oh, I’m sure,” she huffs before turning and fully taking it all in. “I guess it is sort of sweet.”
“Not as sweet as you,” I say, sneaking up behind her as I wrap my arms around her middle before guiding her to stand in front of the full-size, stand-up mirror. “Nor is it as beautiful. You’re so fucking gorgeous, Holls. Truly. And you in this dress.” I pull her into me as my hard cock presses into her back so she can feel exactly what I’m talking about. “Fuck, do you even know what it’s been doing to me all night?” I lean down, placing feather-like kisses along her shoulder.
Our gazes meet in the mirror. “Then maybe you should just take it off.”
“Oh, it will be coming off. Believe me.” My hand snakes down toward her thigh and my absolute favorite part of her dress—the slit.
My fingers dig into her flesh as she leans back into my chest.
Reaching up, I slide the thin red strap down her arm, giving me full access as I continue to lather her skin in kisses. “Plus, we both know it’s not actually the dress that’s doing this to me; it’s the woman wearing it.”
