“Careful,” I murmur against her lips. “You’ll make me think you’re desperate.”
She gives a breathless laugh. “I’m not desperate.”
I trail a slow kiss along her jaw, then down her throat. “Then what are you?”
She shivers as my mouth reaches the spot just below her ear. “Curious.”
“Good.” I nip gently at her skin. “Curiosity, I can work with.”
The elevator dings softly, like it’s apologizing for interrupting.
I take her hand again. “This is me asking you one last time, come upstairs with me.”
Ruby looks up at me with flushed cheeks, kiss-swollen lips, and eyes that give her away completely.
“Yes,” she whispers.
I walk her down the hall to my suite. Unlock the door and guide her inside.
The moment we’re alone, I push the door shut behind us and press her against it, kissing her like the world outside doesn’t exist. She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me back just as urgently.
She wants this. She wants me. And fuck, I want her just as badly.
I slide my hands down her waist, then over her hips, pulling her body against mine so she feels exactly what she does to me.
She gasps softly. “God, you’re…”
“Hard for you?” I press another kiss under her ear. “That’s what happens when you kiss me like that in an elevator.”
Her fingers dig into my shoulders. “This is insane.”
“Maybe.” I lift her chin with my thumb. “But it feels right.”
She doesn’t argue. She doesn’t pull away. She leans in and kisses me again, desperate and hungry and perfect.
Tonight, she’s mine. Every soft sound. Every shiver. Every kiss she gives, like she’s afraid I’ll stop.
And I’m nowhere near done with her.
Not tonight. Not after this. Not after the way she looks at me like she feels this thing too.
I lift her from the floor. Her legs wrap around my waist instantly, instinctively, like her body’s been waiting to do that all along.
Her voice is a soft, breathy whisper against my mouth.
“Take me to the bed.”
I grin. “With pleasure.”
Because if I get my way, and I always do, this won’t just be one night.
Not for me. Not after this.
I carry her through the suite, her body light and warm against mine, and her legs locked tight around my waist. The king-sizedbed waits in the center of the room, the sheets crisp and inviting under the low glow of the bedside lamp.
I lower her onto the mattress, but she doesn't let go, pulling me down with her. Our mouths crash together again, our tongues sliding hot and wet. My hands roam up her thighs, pushing her dress higher until I feel the lace of her panties. She's soaked through them already, and the discovery makes my cock throb harder in my pants.
“Fuck, Ruby,” I murmur against her lips, grinding my hips into hers so she feels the full length of my erection pressing against her core. She moans, arching up to meet me, her nails scraping down my back.
