She could always look at the pretty things later.
The elevator doors slid open to let out an elderly couple. Jase moved to catch the doors before they closed. Heather hurried inside. They were like two kids being naughty with no parents around to supervise.
Thank God the car was empty, because when the doors slid closed, Jase laid a kiss on Heather that made her rethink her ability to have sex on a kitchen chair.
Her neck tingled where his fingers grazed the overly sensitive skin under her ear while the elevator moved to the top floor. His lips kissed the top of her ear and she leaned into him.
This was a bad idea.
A horrible plan.
The fact that this was a stupid idea wasn’t going to stop her.
No, Jase wasn’t what she wanted. He couldn’t offer the promise of forever she’d once craved. But right then, it was just about the two of them. About letting loose.
Jase’s mouth met hers again, and she practically climbed his leg like Humphrey the Humping Chihuahua. Without breaking the seal of their kiss, Jase pressed a button on the panel that made the whole elevator clunk to an abrupt stop.
They practically steamed up the entire elevator cab—mouth on mouth, hands in hair, her skirt shoved up around her thighs. Jase made some kind of grunting noise that sounded like both an encouragement and a promise. Wait. That could’ve been her making the noise. She couldn’t really tell anymore.
He skimmed his hand over the edge of her panties on her backside. Gripped the flesh there. Rubbed deep circles on her skin. All the while he moaned along with her as she wrapped her leg around his denim-covered thigh.
This was good. They did better when they didn’t actually speak. Perhaps they could base a whole relationship on not talking to each other. They could just mount each other occasionally. But, no, that wouldn’t work. That’s precisely what she was avoiding.
Tomorrow. She’d go back to avoiding this type of thing. Tomorrow.
“Jase?”
“Hmmm?” He was doing something to her neck with his mouth that felt absolutely amazing.
“We’re in an elevator,” she pointed out.
“Mm-hmm.”
“I think a bed would be more comfortable.”
He used his tongue and teeth, finding a particularly sensitive spot that made her entire body tingle. “You keep saying that. I promise I don’t need one.”
His hand slipped between her legs, and he did some kind of maneuver with his fingers that—
Yeah. Thoughts weren’t coming coherently. A bed would be nice, but alternatively, the floor of the elevator looked better and better.
He pulled his hand from under her skirt, skimming his fingers over the wet fabric between her legs on the way. She moaned. It wasn’t like she could help it.
He tugged her skirt back in place, wrapped an arm around her waist, and pushed the button.
The elevator began to slide up again. She glanced at him. He ran the pad of his thumb over his swollen lips and stood as though nothing had happened between them. How the hell did he pull that off?
The elevator pinged at their floor. She stepped over the threshold into the foyer and paused—what was the photo of Jase’s grandfather doing on the table outside the door of their suite?
Jase stopped. “Is that?”
“Your grandmother really makes herself at home, doesn’t she?” Heather waved her magnetic key card over the lock. Jase’s hands came to just under her breasts as the door slid open. His mouth pressed heavy kisses along her shoulder.
A flick of the lights and—
Holy sweet mother of Jesus.
Naked skin. So much wrinkled skin and an image of the elderly having sex she’d never be able to scrub from her brain. Or that couch. Dear God, there wasn’t enough Lysol and Clorox in the world to sanitize—
