her shoulder and opened his eyes, watching her gorgeous body writhe beneath his hands. The sight of his rough, calloused hands stroking her smooth, perfect skin was so erotic. The toned curves of her backside massaged his cock, caged in his slacks. What he would give to strip her naked and take her long and hard right here, on the glass, in front of all these eyes. Witnesses to his heart's release.
Giselle turned her head and kissed his neck. Troy's brow tightened with the sweetness of it, the warmth of her mouth, the stroke of her tongue against his skin. That was good. It was all so good. He could feel the tangled knots in his heart loosen, freeing him. Finally.
Fucking finally.
He lifted his head, opened his eyes, and saw them reflected in a mirror across the small space. The sight shocked him for a long moment. She looked like a goddess, her hips rocking and rubbing, her hands in his hair, her mouth on his neck.
“Look,” he said, leaning back to break the suction she had on his pulse point. One that made him more than a little crazy. “Look across the room.”
But instead of doing as he asked, she fisted one of the hands in his hair and pulled his head down, dragging his mouth to hers. He tried to pull back for all of three seconds, until the feel of her lips registered, and he melted.
Giselle's lips on his.
How many times had he dreamed of this over the last seven years? Thousands? Hundreds of thousands? The sweetest ache he'd ever known swamped his chest. His brain cleared completely, and he just floated in the moment. A moment he never wanted to end, even while knowing it had to end. Soon. Because he felt himself slipping…
Then she pressed her tongue into his mouth and hungrily searched for his. When they touched and swirled, when she sighed into his mouth and softened against him, everything inside Troy softened too. Which was when he knew he was seriously fucked.
This stupid stunt had backfired.
And while his mind spiraled for a Plan B, Giselle ate at his mouth in hungry licks and bites, condensing his mind to mush.
She broke the kiss with a breathless “You kiss like a god.”
Troy lost it. He just snapped. Too much denial buried too deep. Too much pressure for too long. It had to come out sometime.
He gripped her jaw, pulled her head back, and covered her mouth again. Tasting her with all the hunger in his starved soul. Knowing he'd never taste her again, never touch her again, he took and took and took. But it wasn't enough. He couldn't get enough. And this was why he couldn't ever let go, because he couldn't ever get enough. He always needed more.
She turned her head to escape his mouth and took deep gulps of air. “Can't breathe.”
He couldn't breathe either, but it was because his stupidity was choking him to death.
Just like he had then, he was smothering her now because he couldn't fill this goddamned hole inside unless she was his. All his. Two hundred percent his.
Searching for control, he slipped his fingers between her breasts and popped the latch of her bra. Back to business.
She stiffened and released his head, her hands lowering to cover herself. But his arms were in the way.
“Let them see,” he said. “You're gorgeous. Share it. With them. With me. Let me touch you. They want to watch me touch you. You need to feel me touch you.”
Her body softened again, and he replaced her arms behind his head. Molding his hands to her ribs, he slowly slid upward, until he pushed the bra cups out of the way and her breasts were in his hands. He leaned his head against hers. “Perfect. So perfect.”
So soft, so plush, so taut. Her nipples puckered into knots beneath his palms. And as he brushed his fingers across the hard flesh, she hissed in a gasp.
“Open your eyes. Look at what you're doing to the others.” He kept his touch featherlight, something that used to drive her crazy. “Look at how they can't take their eyes off you. Feel their eyes on your skin. Imagine their gazes creating this feeling on your nipples.”
She whimpered and rubbed her ass against his erection. Lust hit so hard and so fast, his whole body tightened. His fingers clamped down on her nipples, and Giselle cried out. “Yes.”
The spike of pleasure dug deeper, the bodies around them writhed faster, echoing Giselle's pleasure. And driving Troy's.
He pressed his forehead to her shoulder. Forced his mind to clear. And found a sliver of control just as she tried to turn in his arms.
Troy held her still out of desperation. If she turned into him, wrapped him in her arms and loved him, he'd break.
He needed to bring this to an end.
Reaching behind him, he hit the controls, and the glass lowered as slowly as it had risen. By the time it touched down, Troy was ready to run.
But when he released her to exit the platform, she turned into him. Her arms snaked around his body, slid underneath his shirt. Then all Troy could focus on was her perfect curves and warm bare skin pressed against his. A desire he hadn't felt in years welled up inside him and flooded over.