I’m done.
Scraping my teeth over her jaw to her ear, I whisper, “Lead the way.”
We make it into Madison’s elevator, and I push her up against the wall, my hands gripping her waist as I crush my mouth to hers again. I run my hands over her hips, over her firm ass, palming the flesh there before trailing my fingers to the top of her thighs, just under the hem of her insanely short dress.
Her heart hammers so hard I can feel it against my own chest. I dip my tongue into her mouth, so sweet from the dessert, and stroke her with my tongue. Aggressively. Urgently. All sense of being cautious, looking out for her has vanished.
She wants me as much as I want her right now, and in this moment neither of us can get enough.
I slip my hands under her skirt and almost lose my fucking mind to feel bare flesh beneath my palms. Running my finger under the scrap of lace between her cheeks, I lightly tease her ass, pressing lightly at the tight entrance.
She bucks against me, her eyes flying open wide. “Oh, God.”
I watch her closely as I continue to play, slipping my hand toward her pussy, soaking my fingers with her juices because she is so damn wet, then trailing them back, seeing how she’ll respond.
She watches me with those huge dark eyes, almost black with desire, biting that lip as I press the tip of my finger into her tight channel.
Madison starts to shake her head, but I bring my other hand to her chest and pinch her nipple, causing her to cry out, and I push my finger in further.
“Ah! Oh God. Yes,” she pants, her head falling back.
I smile, loving that she’s letting go with me, that she likes what I’m doing to her.
I don’t know what made me do it. Why I went there first with a woman I don’t even know. A woman who’s had a traumatic night, at that. Who I shouldn’t even be planning to fuck in the first place.
But something told me she’d like it, this little innocent woman that I feel a strange need to protect. It doesn’t even make sense. But I want her to trust me. Seems like she does.
Just then, the elevator dings, and she jumps in my arms, suddenly aware that we’re in an elevator and could be caught at any moment.
“Come on,” I growl, drawing my hand back out of her dress and giving her a little swat on her perfect ass. “Let’s take this inside.”
Madison
I can’t believe I’m doing this. But even though Zander said he didn’t want me to regret it in the morning, I know I won’t. There’s no way.
Especially because he just made me feel better than I’ve ever felt in my entire life. And we’re still fully clothed.
I fumble with my keys at the door, unable to focus because his mouth is all over my skin. My neck, my shoulders, every patch of bare skin is at his mercy as he nips and sucks and licks, setting me on fire.
The pulsing in my body is out of control, and I’m so ready to cum I can hardly stand it. I feel his hard length pressing against me from behind as I finally get the key shoved in the lock, and I can’t get inside fast enough.
Grabbing his hand, I pull him in after me, slamming the door and turning to press my body back to his. I stumble back to the couch, pulling his shirt up as I do.
Zander helps me, ripping it the rest of the way off over his head, and I break away from his demanding lips for just a moment to take in his magnificent body.
Holy hell.
I knew he was ripped, but this is ridiculous. It’s like he’s carved marble. Chiseled, hard and so perfect. My fingers have a mind of their own and work their way down from his shoulders to his chest, flicking over his nipples and making him groan in a way that makes me smile with satisfaction. Good. I’m having the same effect on him he’s having on me.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so desperate to have a man. I continue my exploration, tracing the indentions of his abs, then the sharp cut of the V of his hips that point right down to where I really want to be. With a flick of my wrist, his jeans are unbuttoned, and I’m sliding his zipper down. I need to see if this man’s cock is just as magnificent as the rest of him.
He chuckles and locks his hands around both wrists. “Hang on there, baby. Only fair that you lose some of these clothes, too.”
I smile and turn around, watching him over my shoulder as he unzips my dress. He’s much slower than I was, teasing me, torturing me as he takes his time to reveal my back. Then he traces a finger all the way down my spine from the nape of my neck to the edge of my panties. He dips his finger in, just a fraction of an inch, and tingles race over my spine, following the trail of where his finger just was.
God, I want this man to touch me again like he did in the elevator. Like no one has ever touched me before. I never thought that was something I’d like, but apparently I’ve been missing out.
Or maybe I’ve just been missing out on Zander.