I stand as Hazel grabs her purse.
“Hudson?” Carter asks.
“I’ll call you back.”
“Okay—”
I grab my phone and keys, pocketing them as I leave my office. A few people are headed to the elevator as I step up beside Hazel. I glare at them when the doors open, feeling satisfaction as they all pretend they've left something at their desks, leaving just Hazel and me to step onto the elevator.
Now we're alone.
I can’t take it any longer. My skin buzzes with electricity as I turn and cage Hazel in with my body.
Her mouth drops open, and she stares up at me in shock.
“Hudson?” She swallows hard as I stare down at her.
“I need to know,” I growl, pressing closer until the soft swell of her tits brushes against my chest.
“Need to know what?” she whispers, her eyes growing hazy.
I dip my head, my lips hovering over hers. “Are you attracted to me?”
I can barely wait for her response. Every fiber of my being screams at me to flatten her against the elevator wall and ravage her. I want to explore every inch of her body, to hear her scream and claw at me. I want to watch her face as she breaks apart beneath me.
“Hazel,” I say, my voice firm.
Finally, she meets my eyes. “Yes,” she says softly.
My restraint snaps. My hands drop from the wall to grip her waist, and I tug her firmly against me.
My lips land on hers, and I swallow her gasp as I kiss her, hard and hungrily, as if I’ve been starving for her. Because I have. Her fingers curl into the front of my shirt, clutching me for balance. I angle her against the elevator wall, one hand sliding up her side, the heat of her skin burning my palm through the thin fabric of her blouse.
“Hudson—” It comes out shaky, like she doesn’t want me to stop.
Good, because I’m not going to.
I deepen the kiss, dragging my tongue along the seam of her lips until she opens for me. The second she does, I delve inside, tasting her, memorizing her. My other hand tightens on her waist, pulling her flush against me. She makes a soft, broken sound that nearly undoes me.
Fuck.
The elevator dings.
I barely register it, too caught up in the way she’s kissing me back now, just as desperately, just as gone for me as I am for her.
Then the doors slide open, and reality crashes in.
With a rough exhale, I break the kiss, pressing my forehead to hers for a second as if I need the contact to stay grounded. Her lips are swollen, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes?—
Jesus.
She looks wrecked.
Mine.
Mine, mine, MINE.
“Come on,” I mutter roughly.
