Mistaken Identity (Identity 1)

“What floor?” His finger hovered over the double row of buttons.

“Eight.”

He pressed it in. The car lurched to a start and began to ascend. It went up three floors when his finger shot out once more, and alarm bells rang.

“You’ll have to forgive me, but I couldn’t’ live with myself if I didn’t do this.”

“W-wh—”

The words were muffled by the softness of his lips. His broad chest and the welcome weight of his body trapped her against the wall. Opening her mouth she allowed his seeking tongue entrance. Rational thought fled, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Nerve endings rapid fired, and her body went up in flames. He lifted her up with ease, and she wound her legs around him, impressed. His thick length lined up to her throbbing core. She growled in her throat. He thrust forward, and she ripped her mouth away.

“Oh!”

He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, nipped, and pulled away. “Come to my room?”

“Yes.”

He turned with her still in his arms and pressed the bell to turn it off. The speaker crackled to life.

“Do you need help?” a male voice crackled.

“Sorry there’s a kid in here who pressed it.”

“Okay.” The speaker clicked off.

Kansas covered her mouth, giggling. The elevator hummed to life and began to move. “You can set me down. I know I must be heavy.”

“I like you where you are. If I set you down someone else might get an eyeful, if you know what I mean. Besides, you’re fine. A woman shouldn’t look like a twig.” The fire that blazed to life in his eyes told her he meant every word. There was a story behind those words. “To be honest, I’ve been dying to get my hands on that ass since I watched you walk out of the bar.” Balancing her against the wall he slid his hands down to massage the mentioned area. The sensuous rub-down made her purr.

He traced her lips with his tongue, and she sucked the member into her mouth. His eyes rounded. She deepened the kiss, coaxing a moan. Their tongues touched, tangled, and glided like a slow bump and grind as they took the time to really explore. A chime sounded in the distance. Her eyes fluttered open. She felt raw and vulnerable. Stripped down and bared to his piercing stare she pulled back, sucked down air, and rested her head on his shoulder. Is this what people talk about when they say they knew they met their mate?

Hiking her up, his arms supported her ass as he exited the elevator. “You okay?” His lips brushed the shell of her ear, sending a shudder down her spine.

“I will be once we get to your room.”

“Oh, you are speaking my language.” With his long strides, they reached his room in no time. “Can you reach into my back pocket and pull out my wallet? My key is in there.”

“Touch that sexy ass of yours? Twist my arm why don’t you?” Reaching around him, she removed the wallet from his back pocket. “You’re awful trusting.” She shot him a coy look.

“We both know you’re not going anywhere until we’re both good and satisfied, and that’s going to take a while.”

Her breath quickened. “W-Why?”

“Because I won’t stop until I taste ever inch of your body, and make you come until you have nothing left to give.”

She squeezed him between her thighs. “You think you can keep up with me, pretty boy?”

“I know I can.”

“It’s been a while. I have a lot of pent-up energy to ride off.”

“You should shut that pretty mouth of yours and open the door before I take you right here in the open.”

The thought excited her. Her breath quickened, and he smirked.

“Naughty girl, do you like to be watched?”

“I don’t know.”