The door shuts, along with a theatrical number of groans. Maybe we should have waited for the next one. But I couldn’t stand there a second longer. If I did, I was going to jump him and rip his clothes off. Not that being shoved up against him in the crowded elevator is any better. I try to stay still, but with every little bump, my body brushes against his. I dare to look down and acknowledge my nipples are getting hard. I lift my arms to cross over my chest. We hit another bump, and my hands jerk into his crotch.
I squeeze my eyes shut. Why is this happening to me? When I reopen them, I make another mistake and peer up at Chase. His intense gaze turns my knees to jelly. They gleam with challenge. Daring me to fight what’s happening between us. I refuse to give in to his little game. I inhale deeply, trying to think about something gross. As soon as the doors open, I’ll make my escape, skip breakfast, and change my phone number.
Thirteen. Twelve. Eleven.
The door opens to let a couple out, and I breathe a small sigh of relief at the freed-up space. Anything to get him away—
Two people climb in, pushing us chest to chest.
I divert my attention to the wall, finding the cracks in the paint the most fascinating thing to count—anything to avoid the heated feel of his eyes on me.
“Can you stop brushing up against me? It’s giving me the wrong idea.”
My eyes snap to his. Smug bastard. “I don’t have a choice. If I had room, I’d be on the other side. Trust me.”
Why does he have to look so hot and composed when my heart feels like it’s about to burst out of my chest? I reposition myself and face forward to avoid his sexy stare that says I’m undressing you as we speak, while I reply with Yeehaw, let’s go. This only creates a bigger problem because with the lack of available space, my butt rubs against his crotch.
Ten, nine, eight…
Seven, six, five…
The elevator suddenly jolts, and everyone jerks to the right. Chase wraps his arms around me, securing me tightly to his chest. He leans forward. “Old building,” he murmurs in my ear. My body is going to ignite into flames if we don’t get to the lobby soon. I’m seconds away from jumping out of my skin. The places where he’s touching me burn. His cologne has taken over my nostrils and my mind...well, my mind is two milliseconds from shoving my hands down his pants and finding treasure.
Breathe, Bridget.
Two, one…
The elevator stalls. Come on… I rapidly tap my foot against the floor.
Two… three…
No, no, no, no…
“I hate when the elevator does this... such a faulty system.” The girl in front complains as the elevator fails to open on the first floor and starts to trek back up.
A woman leans forward to press the button for the first floor. “Wait!” Chase blurts out, startling everyone. “Actually, I forgot… my wallet.” He squeezes through the crowd, reaches out and presses the button for his floor. With each floor that gets closer to Chase’s, my heart threatens to explode out of my chest. The doors open, and he drags me out, a barbarian dragging his prey back to his cave.
We stumble through his front door, and he kicks it closed behind us, then turns, pressing me up against the wall. “I’m done playing games. So, unless you’re not, I’m ready to get down to business.”
He doesn’t allow me to answer. The way my body trembles in his arms is the only answer he needs. His mouth crashes over mine, his full lips warm and enticing. Our hands claw at one another. My shirt is ripped off as I fight to get his up and over his head. His cock strains against his jeans. He grinds into me, and my lips curl up at the corners.
“This is a bad idea,” I pant, getting his shirt stuck over his head. He steals a glance at me, and there’s no hiding the lust he sees staring back. He stifles a smile, and I want to swipe that smug look off his face. No matter how hard I pretend, he knows I want this just as bad.
“You have no idea what a good idea this is going to be.” He takes over, tossing his shirt to the side. His mouth is back on mine, his tongue breaking the barrier of my lips. Heat spreads between my thighs, and I open for him willingly. The thickness of his cock presses into me, and my back slides up the wall. A shaky breath escapes me, and my head falls against the surface. His lips pull from mine, grazing down my neck. “So damn sweet,” he murmurs, the warmth of his breath skating along my skin. Goosebumps pebble down my arms. “Fuck, I could devour every piece of your milky skin.” He pulls back my bra to expose one of my breasts. His mouth covers my nipple, and I hold on for dear life as he nips and sucks. “Tell me what you want, Angel.”