She was so tight and wet that I could barely slip two fingers inside her now, and I did so cautiously. I didn’t want to hurt her. Just get her ready for my cock. The cries she made would have told anyone outside the car what was going on, but I didn’t care. I’d pressed the “close door” button, but had never bothered to select a floor. We were playing with fire, and any of the tenants could call for the elevator at any time, but we certainly wouldn’t be the first couple who’d been fucking in this elevator. I sometimes thought the guy who’d designed Imperial had put in this elevator for this exact purpose.
She started to tremble and pitched forward. I caught her, supporting her weight in my arms as her spasming pussy clenched around my fingers. Lindsay was breathing harshly and shaking, and her cream coated my fingers. I held her as the pleasure shook her before helping her to her feet. I replaced her sweater on that creamy shoulder and made sure she was watching me when I brought my fingers to my mouth to lick off her essence. “Shall we go to my room now?”
She just nodded, leaning weakly against the elevator as I pressed the button to whisk us to the sixty-sixth floor. My cock was so hard I didn’t think it would take more than a couple of strokes inside her to come, and I took advantage of the break to regain some control. The last thing I wanted was to rush things. I wanted to savor my first—and only—night with the woman in front of me.
Chapter 10
Lindsay
I followed Ben into his apartment, not meeting Margot’s eyes as she spoke to him quietly. It would be weird to linger and wait for him, so I climbed the stairs to check on Elle. She was deeply asleep as I’d expected, and with no sign of the nightmares that sometimes woke her. She would sleep through until morning, most likely.
Which meant I had the whole night with Ben. Did I want that?
A pulse in my pussy so strong it almost knocked me over said I did, but I was still afraid to completely give in. I was shocked that he wanted me as much as I wanted him, but not dumb enough to think he’d be risking his heart when he took me to bed. That problem was all mine, and I’d be better off avoiding it.
I should do the right thing and go straight to bed. He likely wouldn’t follow me, and it would send a clear message that I didn’t want to go further. That I regretted what we’d already done.
Except I didn’t.
I had no remorse. I wanted to be with him. I’d probably feel differently after the evening was over, and maybe I’d wish I hadn’t slept with him, but I was sure if I didn’t go to him now I’d regret it even more.
When he opened Elle’s door a few minutes later, I’d made up my mind. “She’s out like a light.”
“No nightmares?”
I shook my head. “I doubt she’ll wake up at all tonight.”
His slow, sensual smile spoke volumes. “That’s good, because I plan to be up all night.”
I didn’t have to ask doing what, and I took his hand when he extended it. “Me too.”
Ben led me down the hall to his room, and the bed was just as huge as he’d promised. I got a brief glimpse of the luxurious décor of taupe and silver, but my attention quickly went from the room to him when he removed his suit jacket. Watching him undress sent a shiver down my spine, and I balled my hands to keep from reaching out to help him. I wanted to watch everything.
He cocked a brow at me. “Do you plan to wear that all night?”
I shook my head, slowly reaching for the hem of my dress. I pulled it over my head. as quickly as possible, not wanting to miss a moment. He was soon bare to the waist, and as I slid my tights down my legs and stepped out of them, I kept my eyes on his body.
His shoes came off next, and I was sure he was purposely teasing me as he took his time with them. It gave me an excellent opportunity to check out his body. He was perfect. His muscles were taut and well defined, not an ounce of fat. This was no dad-bod.
My gaze went straight to the bulge that stretched the front of his boxer briefs, and I swallowed. It was bigger than I’d expected, though I shouldn’t be surprised to find he was gifted. He seemed blessed in every other physical department. Still, the size was a little frightening, and I looked up at him uncertainly.
He was grinning. “Don’t worry. It’ll be fine, Lindsay. We just need to make sure you’re really wet and ready for me.”
“Oh. How do we do that?”
Ben grinned. “A few orgasms should do the trick.”
He stalked me. That was the only word for it. There was a predatory gleam in his eyes, and it sent my fight-or-flight instincts surging. I didn’t give in to either impulse and somehow remained standing still as he approached. When his hands touched me, I was his. There was no escape—not that I wanted to be anywhere else.
He lifted me into his arms like I weighed nothing, and carried me to the bed, just like a hero in an old movie. I loved romantic movies, but hadn’t expected to ever feel like I was in one. I didn’t want to fool myself into believing this was the path to true love and happily-ever-after.
It was only as he laid me down and started kissing me that I started thinking about happy-ever-afters. His kisses were sweetly tantalizing, each one hotter than the next. With a moan, I tried to blot out thoughts of romance, not wanting to indulge in dangerous fantasies that could break my heart. I just wanted to be there, in that moment, with Ben. It felt so good; couldn’t that be enough?
He was determined to learn every inch of me with his lips. Starting with my eyelids, he pressed light kisses all over my face before moving to my neck, and then my chest. I groaned as he tugged lightly on the nipple, somehow making it grow even harder with his touch.
“Oh, God,” I gasped when his mouth moved to my breast to graze his lips and teeth over my rosy nipple before drawing it into his mouth. I hadn’t lied when I’d told him I was innocent. I’d never gotten past kissing and light petting with other boyfriends. This was all new to me, and in the past, if I’m honest, it wasn’t usually so great. Ben made every new touch amazing.
It was even more exciting when his tongue traced a path down my belly. My stomach quivered visibly as he moved over it, and I tensed with anticipation. I’d left my panties on—I’d been too shy to remove them. He simply tore them away in a quick motion that shocked me, but certainly didn’t hurt. “You ripped them,” I gasped.