Page 5 of F Buddy

“Fuck it,” I growled, deep in my throat.

I was about to pull her into another kiss when the elevator halted and the doors slid open. I cursed at the bad timing. Or perfect timing? I immediately changed my mind as I took her hand and tugged her out of the elevator.

“Wait up!” She was laughing again.

I didn’t want to, but I stopped. She took her hand out of mine, and I almost panicked, thinking she had changed her mind. But then she was leaning down and pulling off her shoes. She retook my hand, and with a mischievous look, took off down the hall.

“Somebody’s eager,” I muttered, and we shared a grin.

She didn’t know where we were going, so I picked up the pace and took the lead. I wondered what other people would say if they saw us rushing through the hallway. Then again, it was a wedding. Weddings are notorious for people getting together.

“Open the door,” she demanded.

Too impatient to wait any longer, I pressed her against the door, my hands going back to her hips to hold her still as I ravaged her mouth. There was a slight hesitation before she was kissing me back fervently; trying to squirm out of the hold I had on her hips.

“You shouldn’t do that,” I growled against her mouth, nipping her lower lip in reprimand.

“Why not?” she asked, breathlessly.

“Because I’m trying to control myself and you’re not helping.”

“Then don’t,” she retorted, her hands sinking into my hair and tugging my head down for another kiss.

I removed one hand from her hip to check my pockets for the key card, grumbling a little when I couldn’t find it immediately. I couldn’t hold her still with just one hand on her hip, and she squirmed closer, her hips rolling into mine, making me groan when she pressed near my hardening cock. She stilled, and I growled again.

“That’s why I want you to behave,” I told her quietly. I pulled away from her long enough to unlock the door. “Do you have any idea what you do to me, Scarlett?”

“No. What?”

I waited to answer her, pushing the door open. She stumbled back into the room, my hold on her keeping her steady. My foot hit something, and I looked down to see she’d dropped her heels and clutch purse. I kicked them both inside, not caring enough to lean down to pick them up. Once we were inside, I closed the door behind us and switched on the lights. I twisted her around so she was again pressed against the door with my body caging her in.

“This,” I growled out, rocking my hips against hers now that we were alone. She gasped when the long line of my erection pressed against her abdomen through my slacks. “I’m about to fucking come in my pants, Scarlett. That’s what you do to me.”

It wasn’t just a line I was using—what was the point in using lines when she’d already given herself to me willingly? But I needed to make her understand how appealing she was. It was a crime for her to go around thinking she wasn’t good enough just because she’d had a string of bad dates.

I could see there was still some reluctance in her eyes to believe me. But telling her with words wasn’t the only way I could let her know.

I leaned down to peck a kiss on her lips, pulling away almost immediately. She whined in protest, at least until I dropped my lips to her neck, sucking gently as I marked the other side.

She sighed, her body melting against the door as her head tipped back, her hands finding their way back into my hair and clenching hard. I growled a little at the tug, but it only spurred me on.

“You’re really good at this,” she said between gasping breaths. “I guess you weren’t kidding about that.”

I pulled away from her neck to press a quick, hard kiss to her lips. “I never joke about sex, Scarlett.”

My hands were planted firmly on her waist, and I slid them around her back and up her spine, tracing the zipper of her dress. When she didn’t protest verbally or otherwise, I gently tugged at it. I held her gaze as I slid the zip all the way down, then stepped back to let the dress fall off her body. She kicked it aside, her chin jutting slightly, and I could see the insecurity in her eyes.

“There’s no need for that,” I told her gently. “I’ll say it as often as you need me to, Scarlett. You’re beautiful.”

A small smile curved her lips. “Then show me,” she challenged.

I smirked, my eyes leaving hers and trailing down her body. “Gladly.”

She was just as amazing out of her clothes as she was in them, if not more. She wore matching lingerie, all dark lace and pink ribbons. She took my hands in hers and pulled them to her breasts. My cock twitched in my pants. They fit perfectly in my palms, and I squeezed a little. I hooked my fingers above the cups of her strapless bra and tugged them down to bare her breasts to me.

“Don’t disappoint me, Zach,” she said. “Let’s see just how good you really are, hmm?”

I couldn’t even react to her teasing; I was too busy looking at her to pay attention. The bra hooked under her breasts, pushing them up and out, as if in invitation. I took advantage of it, sliding my hands around her waist to arch her back as I leaned down.