Mr. Darcy's Kiss

He groaned, the sound vibrating through my world. He lowered his head so that his breath warmed my neck. Need ached through my core. My anger had turned to lust, but it was still all-consuming and overpowering. All the intensity from the lobby was now here with just the two of us alone in this hallway.

He took a step back and pushed on one of the doors to a room. It didn't budge. He tried the next, but again it didn't move. I knew that if we stopped and we went back downstairs and got a key, we would lose this momentum. We would stop and think about what we were doing and think better of it.

Right now my body was in control. My head was lost to the overwhelming desire and need pumping through me. I didn't want to stop. I knew that this was probably a mistake. We were both angry, and it was translating into something more.

I didn't say a word. I just kept trying doors, waiting for one to open up. I was off balance, and my body was in control. I needed Mr. Darcy. I knew it had to be him. He was the reason I was off balance and doing this crazy thing. He was the one under my skin and pushing all my buttons. He was the only man I'd ever met that made me feel this way.

He did something to me that I didn't understand, but I wanted more of it.

“Here,” he called to me, pushing the door to a room open. I followed him without hesitation.

Inside, he pressed me against the wall again, the door swinging past me and clicking shut. I reached for it, searching for a lock, but couldn't find one. It wasn't a lockable door. Someone could walk in on us.

But, I didn't care. All I cared about was wrapping my legs around this man and releasing the tension building inside of me. I was out of control now. There was no turning back. He kissed me, his hands searching my body and I moaned.

I kissed his throat, flicking my tongue against the sensitive skin there. He tasted amazing, and the groan he let out went straight to my loins. He slid his hands down to cup my ass in his palms, pulling me into him as he pushed me into the wall.

“Elizabeth.” I loved the way my name sounded on his low, gravelly voice. I writhed with smug satisfaction, knowing I was having the same effect on him as he was on me. Out of control lust.

I lifted my head, and his mouth came down on mine again. His hips pressed into mine and I could feel him growing hard. I heated just knowing that I had this effect on him.

“Do you want this?” he asked, those blue eyes holding me still. I was still pinned to the wall, my hands on his chest and panting with desire.

Did I want this? Oh, hell yes I did.

I leaned forward and nipped at his bottom lip, feeling feminine and in control.

“Yes,” I whispered. I undid the button on his shirt, followed by another. I looked up, rocking my hips into his. “I do.”

The words came out steady and sure. I did want this. I wanted this more than anything I could ever think of. Maybe I just hated him because he turned me on and made me lose control of myself. Maybe I didn't hate him at all, and the energy between us was misplaced lust.

Either way, I wanted t

his. I wanted more.

You do this, and you'll fall for him, a small voice said in my head. I looked up into those blue eyes and realized I could deal with that. Jane would be proud of me for giving him a chance.

His eyes stayed steady on mine. He swallowed hard before kissing me again. It started gentle, but then I moaned, and he lost control for a moment. His hands tightened on my hips, and his kiss devoured me.

I undid the rest of his buttons, and he shrugged off his jacket, followed by the dress shirt. He barely broke the kiss to take off his undershirt and toss it to the ground. The man worked out. He was all pecs and abs under his suit, and my mouth went dry.

How was I this lucky?

He kissed me again, this time pulling me away from the wall with small steps and further into the room. It appeared to be some sort of conference room with a large table in the center. There weren't any chairs yet since the hotel was so new. The windows had shades pulled lows but the lights of the city still shined through them.

I reached for the zipper of my dress, stretching and straining to reach it. I didn't care that I probably looked the opposite of sexy. I wanted it off.

“Let me,” he said softly, gently pushing on my shoulder to turn me around.

I shivered as his hand caressed the bare skin of my shoulders as he found the zipper. I put my hands on the conference table just to keep myself steady. His fingers were careful and slow as he tugged on the zipper and exposed my back to him.

The little black dress puddled on the ground around my heels and my breath caught. It was cold in the room without the dress, and my nipples hardened even further. I hadn't worn a bra with the dress, all I had on was a teeny-tiny lace thong and my heels.

I bit my lower lip, unsure if I wanted to turn around or not. He was a billionaire who had been with supermodels. I was happy with my body, but to be honest, I liked my cookies. I wasn't supermodel status.

All my thoughts scattered when Mr. Darcy pressed himself to my back. He still had on his dress pants, but his excitement was evident. His bare chest was hot against the skin of my back, and I gasped. He slid his hands up the front of my thighs, nudging them apart with his knee.

I gasped with raw desire when he ran a fingertip along the lace edge of my panties. I shivered with want as he played with the soft fabric, cupping his hand over the flimsy material. His other hand slid across the skin of my stomach and up to a breast.