Trouble on Tap (Sweet Salvation Brewery 3)

Biting her bottom lip, she slipped her hand under her dress and glided her fingers across her plump wet folds.

“Show me.” A strained hoarseness tightened his tone.

Unable and unwilling to deny him, she withdrew her hand from under her dress and held it up between them. There was no missing the moisture glistening on her fuck-me-red nails.

“You should know you can’t lie to me.” He grabbed her wrist and raised her hand to his mouth, taking her fingers inside and sucking off her juices with just enough pressure to make her glad there was a wall behind her to hold her up. “Now, take off the damn dress.”

No slow tease now. She couldn’t take it any longer. Just a swift downward jerk on the zipper pull and the dress parted. The cool air swept across her bare flesh as she shrugged the leather off her shoulders. It fell to the elevator floor. Heat licked her skin as his heady gaze traveled across her exposed body.

A bing sounded.

The elevator doors whooshed open.

Olivia’s heart blocked her throat and she slapped one arm across her breasts and dropped the other so her hand blocked a direct view of her pussy.

Mateo chuckled.

That’s when she took a good look at the scene beyond his broad shoulders. Marble floors. A leather couch. Wall-to-ceiling windows showing the city’s skyscraper-dotted skyline. It had been a private elevator leading directly to his penthouse suite and he’d obviously known it the whole time.

“Bastard.” She leaned down and swiped her dress off the elevator floor before swerving around him and strutting her way into the room, stopping only when she stood facing the windows—all the better to watch his approach in the reflection.

“What?” He followed her into the room, depositing his cufflinks in a small bowl by the now-closed elevator doors. “Thinking you were going to walk naked down the hallway didn’t make that sweet pussy of yours even softer and wetter for me?” He made fast work of the buttons on his crisp white shirt as he prowled across the room, stripping as he went. “You forget; I know you. I know everything about you. I know what turns you on. What makes you melt. What makes you keep coming back for more.”

He stopped halfway to her, his hands on the top button of his pants. Naked from the waist up, he was fucking perfection. Broad shoulders. Muscles that rippled with his every move. A knowing smirk that got her wet faster than the rest of the package because he was right. He did know her—the good, the bad and the Sweet.

She turned around and walked over to him with enough of a runway stomp to make her breasts jiggle. Pushing away his hands, she unfastened his pants then let her touch linger on his closed zipper. “And the security guard watching the feed?”

“Oh, I paid him very well to ignore that particular monitor tonight.” He brushed the back of his knuckles across her puckered nipple before pinching it between his thumb and first finger and pulling it taut. “The time for playing with zippers is over, Olivia.”

A smartass retort died on her lips when he grabbed her hips and tossed her over his shoulder. Her cheek landed against the sinewy planes of his back. She smoothed her palms against his muscle as he strode out of the living room and into the bedroom. He kept her like that, with her hips across his shoulder and her bare ass in the air, as he flipped off his shoes. His pants were next.

“Just look at that.” He rubbed circles across her butt.

Bracing her hands against his back, she lifted herself and twisted enough to look over his shoulder. He’d stopped in front of a full-length mirror. He was watching her, and she couldn’t look away from him as her gaze traveled up from his thick, corded thighs to the hard cock jutting from their juncture. He looked good enough to make a girl pray for mercy.

“I could stare at your ass all night.” He smacked it lightly, the delicious sting spreading from her cheeks to her clit.

“That seems like a waste of the evening,” she said, her breathy tone giving away exactly how beyond teasing she was.

He pivoted away from the mirror and flung her onto the king-size bed. Her landing was as soft as he was hard. His hands glided up the outside of her thighs with a firm pressure as his lips, maddeningly soft, traveled up the inside of her left leg. The higher he reached, the less she could think. All she could do was feel the rasp of his five o’clock shadow on her calf, the sharp sting of his teeth as he nipped the soft flesh above her knee, and the pressure of his thumbs as he gripped high on her thighs and pushed her legs wide.

“My good-luck charm is so wet for me.” He circled her opening with a finger before plunging it inside. “After how you made me wait in the elevator, I should tease you until you beg for my cock.”

She lifted her hips off the bed, taking his finger in deeper. It was good, but not enough. What she craved was thicker, longer and more filling than his finger. “Please.”

He added a second finger. “Tell me what you want.”

“You.” She dropped back to the bed and reached out to the bedside table. They’d done this in enough hotel rooms that she knew exactly where to find what she was looking for. “Inside me.” She yanked open the drawer, reached inside, pulled out a condom and threw it at him. “Now.”

He reached up one large hand and snagged it out of the air as it flew overhead. “Impatient, aren’t you?”

Watching him roll the latex up his hard cock robbed her of speech. Her entire body buzzed with need as she planted her feet on the mattress and lifted her hips high, offering herself to him. Something dark and hungry flickered in his gaze as he grabbed her waist and buried himself inside her, filling her up with one smooth push. Relishing the sense of wholeness she only felt when she was like this with Mateo, she slowly undulated her hips, loving how he fit her in all the best ways, in all the right places.

He groaned and threw his head back as he met her thrust for thrust. Hot. Hungry. Hard. It was always like this between them. Like an explosio

n just waiting to go off.

The penthouse suite wasn’t the draw when it came to Mateo. His body, even as hard and mouthwatering as it was, didn’t make her breath catch. It was the confidence in how he moved. It was the raw power that rippled the air around him. It was the way he carried himself, as if nothing bad in the world could touch him because nothing ever had.