“But it’s just so relaxing,” I said with a grin. “And this is a pretty stressful situation.”
My nose played along the tip of his as his breath tickled my lips. I fluttered my eyes open and found him staring at me with those predatory eyes. He pinned me back against the wall again, but this time, his hands were on my hips. His fingers were hooked in the belt loops of my pants, and I could feel his fingertips tracing the hem of my jeans.
“Ever had sex in an elevator?” Derek asked.
I shook my head as his lips captured mine again.
“Neither have I,” he said as he whispered into my lips.
Then, I felt his fingers fly to my button and pop the top of my jeans open.
Chapter 21
Derek
I WHIPPED HER PANTS and underwear down her legs faster than she could pull me back to her. I fell to my knees, pulling her body into my face and sliding my tongue between her thighs. I could taste her. Smell her. Feel her rolling against my mouth. Her hands were threading through my hair, and her knees were parting for me, fighting the restraint her pants had formed around her ankles, just to feel more of me.
I found her clit, and I circled it delicately. I traced faceless pictures into her pussy as my hands held her hips to the elevator wall. She was dripping into my mouth, coating my chin with a decadent taste no five-star restaurant could mimic.
My eyes whipped up to her as pleasure rolled over her body. Her eyes were screwed shut, and her lips were puckered. Her moans were soft, and her whispers of agreement were like a concerto ushering in a symphony. I slid my tongue as far back as I could go before I raked it along her slit, gathering as much of her sweet juice as I could on the tip of my tongue.
I kissed up her body, hearing her panting as I lifted her shirt. I tugged her bra down and wrapped my lip around her nipple, my eyes watching her as she looked back at me. Her eyes were glassy with want. The depths of her dark brown eyes swam with a passion she wanted to unleash. I slipped my hands around her body, massaging the curve of her ass as I kissed up her neck.
“Derek,” she said breathlessly. “Kiss me.”
I nuzzled my nose against her ear, listening to her moan into me. Her hands were tugging at my belt, loosening my pants so she could get to my cock. I could feel her lust for me. I could feel her trembling against my body. My lips pressed a kiss against her cheek as her lips tried to find mine. Sighs and gasps, all while her lips searched for something.
Anything.
Everything.
Our lips collided, and her tongue lapped her juices off my face. Electricity shot through my body, rising up my spine and standing my hairs against my neck. Her hands slid my pants down as her delicate hand wrapped around my cock, a hand that had fought against enemies of the state and rescued innocent children from mind-melding terrorists. Hands that were proficient with guns and hands that could wield knives. Hands that had taken lives and hands that had been bathed in her silent tears she probably cried at night.
All wrapped around my weeping cock as it searched for her warmth.
My hands slid up her body, pulling goosebumps from her as she sighed into my lips. She jumped up, wrapping her thighs around me as I caught her in the palms of my hands. Sam was a hell of a woman. Curves to die for, sounds that put any porn video to shame, and a fluidity to her movements that made her as graceful as a swan. I pressed her to the elevator wall as she rolled against my hips, her clit brushing against my tight curls as she whimpered into my mouth.
“That’s it,” I said. “Chase what you want. Take it, Sam. Let yourself have it.”
Her hands rushed to my hair, tangling up in my short hair as my lips slid down to her neck. I raked my teeth across her pulse point, feeling her determination growing. She was dripping down my pelvis. Leaking onto my cock as it rushed toward my balls. Her hips ground against me, and her clit throbbed hard against my skin. I pinned her to the elevator and nibbled at her neck, pulling her to heights that caused my name to drip from her lips.
“Derek. Please. I-I need—”
Her climax choked off her words as she came against my body. I grabbed my dick and slid it into her wet warmth, her pussy fluttering around the intrusion. She moaned out, her head falling back into the wall as her pussy pulled me in. I thrust into her, sinking to my hilt as she continued to come around my cock.
I grabbed her hands from my hair and pinned them above her
head. Our lips battled for dominance, my hips rocking into hers. She was quivering, breathing heavily as our bodies writhed against one another. I could feel her exhaustion from her first orgasm settling in, her body giving itself over to me as I fucked her against the wall. The elevator was filling with our heat, swirling with our scents, and showering us with memories. I nipped at her cheek. Her shoulders. Her breasts. Our fingers intertwined and our hands pressed into the wall as her legs clung to me as tightly as they could.
This woman was powerful. Strong. Fluid and graceful. The more danger we found ourselves in, the closer I felt to her. The more she opened up to me, the more vulnerable I became. She was independent and self-serving. Stubborn and hotheaded. She was everything I had never dated, and everything I had ever needed.
“I’m so close,” she said in a whisper. “Please, don’t stop.”
The sound was delicate, soft like a whisper against the wind. I rolled deeply into her hips, setting a momentum her tired body could keep up with. I could feel her pussy fluttering around my cock, sucking me deeper as it began to milk me for what I had. I buried my face into the crook of her neck, our hands sliding down the wall before I relinquished her touch. I threaded my arms around her and held her close, my hips stuttering and my legs shaking.
“Sam. Sweet hell, you feel so good.”
“It’s happening. It’s close. I can feel it. I can feel you, Derek.”