Mark mixed her drink and poured himself a whiskey, then set them both on the bar. “I need to go up and change. You, ironically, dressed appropriately,” he said chuckling. “I’ll just be a minute.”
He turned and went through the door marked ‘Staff Only’ that led up to his apartment, surprised to hear footsteps on the stairs behind him. When he glanced back, it was Erica, both drinks in her hands. He hadn’t exactly invited her up to watch him get dressed, but she could always sit out in the living area while he changed in the bedroom.
“Why don’t you take your coat off,” he suggested as they stepped into the apartment. “It can get a little warm in here with the heat coming up from the kitchen.”
There was a sound of fabric falling, and Mark turned.
He went perfectly still.
Under the trench coat, the only thing Erica was wearing was red lace lingerie.
His cock reacted before the rest of him did, hardening against the wet fabric of his slacks and underwear. Mark was sure Erica would notice if she looked down. “Um,” he said not quite sure what else to say.
“Um?” She smiled at him, moving closer with her hips swaying. “Cat got your tongue?”
“Just, uh… Wasn’t really expecting that.” He pointed at her outfit, his finger sliding up and down the length of her body from the distance he stood. He was dying to touch her.
“No,” she agreed. “You weren’t supposed to. Do you like it?”
Her hand reached out and the tip of one finger brushed against his lips. Mark caught her wrist in one hand and held it there. He pressed his lips to her skin, flicking his tongue out over it. She shuddered in his hold, eyelids dropping lower.
“Is that really even a question you need to ask?”
“Tell me you’ll fuck me,” she said, and that was it.
How was he supposed to answer that with anything except yes? “Hell. Yes, Erica.”
He wrapped both arms around he
r, walking them both back toward the couch. The drinks still sat on the coffee table where she’d left them. He didn’t care. Pulling her with him, he dropped down to sit, and she straddled his lap.
Slowly, he leaned down and pressed his mouth to her neck, pulling a gasp from her as he kissed along the arch of her throat and down to her collarbone, tracing the same line back up with gentle little bites. His hands slid up her sides to cup her breasts through the red lace of her bra. “I’ve wanted you for so long,” he breathed against her skin. “Damn, Erica. You don’t even know.”
“Really?” Her hands were in his hair, a silent request for more of the kisses.
“Since the minute you walked in for the interview,” he admitted. He lifted his head to look up at her. “You were so fucking hot in that skirt, all long legs and perfect body, and I just... wanted you.” He smiled at her, and slid his hands up the bare skin of her back, slow and just light enough to make her squirm against him. “You were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. And you can laugh all you want. I know it’s overdone. But it’s true. And then I got to know you, and I wanted you even more.”
“Hmmm,” she groaned when his lips met her neck again. “Bed, Mark.”
“Bed?” He tipped his head down to kiss her, nipping at her lower lip with his teeth as he pulled back. “I guess we can do that, if you really, really want to.”
“Fuck, yes. I really want to.”
He wasn’t going to say no to her twice. Mark stood, but he didn’t let Erica down; instead he lifted her with him so that her legs wrapped tight around his waist and her arms clung to his neck. She was light enough to make it easy, though her mouth moving up the side of his throat was a little distracting, warm and wet and perfect. “You’re going to be the death of me, I’m already sure.”
“I would hate that,” Erica said. “You’d be no fun then.”
Mark laughed, and tossed her lightly onto the mattress, where she lay with her arms stretched above her head, her legs spread wide enough to invite him between them. It was a sight he wasn’t going to forget any time soon. Fuck, he wanted her.
He crawled up onto the bed slowly, kneeling over her hips without touching her, and for a moment just admired the view, the red lace against her fair skin. He wanted to touch every inch of her.
His hands wrapped loosely around her ankles, slid slowly up the curves of her calves to her knees. He teased at the back of them with the tips of his index fingers, making her squirm with the ticklish sensation, grinning down at her. She attempted a glare that didn’t look as intimidating as he was sure she wanted it to, not with the pink flush in her cheeks and her pupils blown wide and dark with want. Mark laughed, low and warm, and slid his touch up until his thumbs stroked over the insides of her thighs, almost brushing against the edge of the red lace teddy. Erica tugged her lower lip between her teeth, breath catching in her throat. He could tell she was wet already, but he didn’t touch her where she wanted it. Not yet. He was going to make the most of this.
Skipping over her underwear entirely, Mark leaned forward to trace the curve of her waist with his palms. “You’re so hot, Erica. Damn. Can’t wait to feel you around me. Can’t wait to make you moan for me.”
She moaned then, low and breathy like she hadn’t meant to let him hear it, but he did. It went straight to his cock, and he answered with a groan of his own. Taking this slow was going to be hard, but hell, he wanted to give her the best night she’d ever had.
He leaned down, bracing his free hand against the bed, and claimed her mouth with his. Erica wrapped her arms around his neck again, fingers tangling in his hair. Her mouth let him in, and he explored every inch of it, tasting her on his tongue while she moaned again into the kiss. When he drew back, it was slowly; he hated to pull away.