“Urgent how?”
He looked at me like I was being insolent. “Like they need to jerk or fuck the image of you out of their head. Does that paint a clear picture for you?”
I swallowed. “Fairly.”
“Any more questions?” he teased.
“Possibly,” I teased back.
“Like?”
I crossed my arms. “Would you consider yourself among those men?”
He didn’t hesitate.
“Considering I mentally fucked you in four different positions before you so much as laid eyes on me, I’d be inclined to say the answer is yes.”
Oh my God. I was quiet for a second.
“And which position did you like best?”
Double oh my God! Holy shit, Sara. Nice one.
“I liked the one where I had you bent over the sink so I could watch everything bounce in the mirror.” A leisurely smile curled his mouth. “But you straddling me to ride my cock was a very close second.”
And… no words.
Speechless was actually an understatement for what I was as I stood there, the elevator finally opening at the bar I was supposed to get out at. I almost burst into flames when two women walked in, saw us, and promptly walked back out with giggles to each other. They already knew what I had yet to fully process till the doors closed and the elevator continued up to the penthouse.
“I think you missed your floor,” he said. God, six words had never sounded so suggestive.
At least not until mine.
“I guess I’ll go to yours.”
A blur.
A hot, breathless blur – it was the only way I could describe the trip from the elevator to the door.
On no other night in the world would I be fine with my half-naked breasts being exposed in the middle of a hotel, but tonight, I was consumed – by the moment, the madness, by him. I didn’t even know his name, but I didn’t care. My pussy was throbbing without mercy for him, so at this particular moment, the only thing I cared about was getting this man naked and feeling his every hot, hard inch inside me.
“So sweet.”
His murmur in my mouth was a stark contrast to his touch as he shoved me against the door, pinning my arms to my sides. My body strained impatiently for him but he was taking his time with me, forcing my fingers to flex and curl as he licked a thick, wet line along the curve of my neck. He didn’t use the tip of his tongue – he used the flat of it, sending bolts of pleasure to every nerve ending in my body.
Holy shit. His mouth curved as it felt every tremble of my reaction. He knew he was torturing me, and it made him go even slower, swirling his tongue on my skin as he pushed his pulsing erection against my belly. It was at once hot as hell and completely fucking unbearable.
“Enough.”
I shoved him hard, my stomach twisting with fear and excitement as he stood before me, eyes blazing.
“Don’t tease me. I need you ins
ide me already – please,” I panted, swallowing hard as his eyes fell to my heaving chest.
It made me suddenly aware again that I was standing in just my black lace bra and black jeans, in the open hall of one of the most expensive hotels in Manhattan. It made me feel as if the cups containing me were shrinking in size, squeezing my breasts uncomfortably tight with every short breath I took in.
“Take it off first.”