Thump thump thump …
It wouldn’t be a lie if I said I jumped him in the hallway. That’s exactly what I did. I turned and took two steps before demonstrating my high jump abilities. Lucky for me, he caught me. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and kissed him in a way that said, “NOW. RIGHT NOW!”
He grabbed my legs, holding me to him as he shoved my back against the wall. I tore his hat off and fisted my hands in his hair as my tongue invaded his mouth. Trzy would have been proud of me.
His hands moved up my sides and over my breasts. My back arched, breaking our kiss. I couldn’t breathe. Desperation was a greedy little oxygen hog. Cage took advantage of my exposed neck when my head thudded against the wall.
“Don’t stop … I want this … so … very … bad …”
His response was a deep moan that shot straight to my eager kitty.
“Room key,” he mumbled over my skin.
“Ph-phone… purse…” I said through my heavy panting.
Hormones were little cocktails that trumped the effects of alcohol, public decency, and all reason in general. Cage lowered me to my feet. I retrieved my phone from my purse. The key to my room was on my phone.
I tried it.
It didn’t work.
I tried it again and again.
It didn’t work.
“Lake…” Cage pressed himself to my back and splayed his hand over my stomach, the tips of his fingers breaching the waistband of my jeans. “You’re killing me.”
My forehead fell against the door and I closed my eyes. “It doesn’t work.”
“Lake…” Not even the desperation in his voice or the inching of his hand down the front of my pants would magically open the door.
I tried one last time as his middle finger reached the top of my panties. “Work, dammit!” That did it. I just needed to befirm with it.
As soon as the door opened, his lips were back on mine, my feet off the ground, and two seconds later we landed on the bed with his body pressing mine to the mattress.
“We can slow down,” Cage whispered in my ear before his tongue flicked my earlobe.
Maybe we could have, but my brain couldn’t make sense of that idea or much of anything.
“Fingers, tongue, cock,” I whispered with my eyes rolled back in my head as I writhed beneath him, vying for every bit of friction I could get against my most sensitive parts. Simply put, I was grinding my body against his because my need for sex hit the level of shamelessly-desperate.
My eyes opened when I felt his breath over my face.
“What did you just say?”
“It was the answer to your question this morning.”
What part of my body do you want me to use to give you your first orgasm?
Thank God, recognition lit up his face. I really didn’t want to say it aloud.
“Fingers? Tongue? Cock?”
I nodded. If he’d said it one more time in that same I’m-sexy-and-I-damn-well-know-it voice, then he wouldn’t have had to actuallydoanything.
Yeah, I was that aroused—painfully aroused.
My phone rang. God hated me. There really was no other explanation. He knew I was getting ready to sin. I shook my head when Cage gave me a questioning look.
