Mr One-Night Stand
He raised a bemused brow. ‘Mind...?’
She smiled through the desire. ‘I settled your tab too.’
He looked surprised. ‘You did?’
‘I did.’ His reaction amused her. ‘Do you always look this surprised when a woman pays her own way?’
‘I can’t say I’m used to it.’
She rolled her eyes. ‘Well, welcome to the modern world.’
He laughed, the sound husky and amplifying her already spiking libido.
‘Point made,’ he said, placing his hand in the small of her back and stirring up a truckload of nerves. ‘Shall we go?’
She grinned up at him. ‘Unless you want this modern woman to throw you over her shoulder and carry you out, I suggest we do just that.’
His laugh deepened and the desire to kiss him, to feel that excited resonance against her mouth had her on fire.
Soon, Jennifer!
She forced her legs to work and they headed to the lift, noticing that this time the attendant chose to avoid looking at her all together. What a nice change.
Even nicer still, the hand on her back started to wander, his fingers moving to caress rather than hold, his heat penetrating the thin veil of her dress and making her tremble.
He bent his head, his mouth hovering close to her ear, ‘Are you cold?’
She fixed her gaze straight ahead, fear that she would set upon him and give the attendant an eyeful making the glass doors suddenly riveting. ‘No.’
But two can play at that game, she told herself, sidestepping in front of him, just enough so that she could conceal her hand as it made contact with the front of his thigh.
He gave a sharp intake of breath, his thigh tensing beneath her splayed fingers and making her smile in satisfaction. Payback!
He was a delight to explore. The strong rigidity of muscle flexed as she stroked upwards, circling from his outer thigh to the inner—
His hand shot to her arm, his fingers gently gripping her in what she assumed to be a
silent message to behave.
No chance.
As the lift descended she teased and coaxed until his hold eased enough for her to reach her target—his very tip. Lightly she brushed up and over. He hissed against her ear and her belly coiled with exquisite heat.
She traced around him, revelling in his growing reaction, coveting his size, his girth, his length...
She filled her hand and squeezed. He bucked within her palm, a cough erupting from his throat, and her smile grew as the lift came to a gentle stop.
Before them the doors opened, and she released him with a playful tap, stepping forward to exit with the attendant. He followed close behind.
The private hallway was deserted. Sounds of the busy city reached them from outside, but the windowless entranceway blocked it all from view.
‘Have a good evening,’ the attendant said, stepping back inside the lift and pressing the button.
She watched the doors close and the lift start its ascent, waiting for the attendant’s eyes to be out of sight so she could—
Whoa!
Startled, she found herself being spun into him, her eyes and mind barely registering his hold before he was propelling her back against the cold marble wall, his lips coming down to crush her own. He pinned one hand to the wall above her head; his other running up and down her side in brutal exploration.