One Wild Wedding Night_ All the Way - Leslie Kelly [9]
Meaning he and his beautiful stranger were completely alone.
Once inside, she lifted her hand and pushed the button for her floor, visibly trembling. He reached for it, brought it to his mouth and kissed the tips of her fingers.
Progress. She didn’t yank her hand away.
“The sixty-ninth floor,” he murmured, seeing the number she’d depressed. “How very…prophetic.”
She groaned, long and low.
“We never got to that part of the conversation. Because if there’s one thing a sexy, beautiful woman needs to make sure she knows she’s wanted, it’s some thorough tongue-work.”
“Oh, enough already,” she snapped, as if simply unable to take another second. He almost laughed at it, loving the way he’d pushed her buttons until she’d finally reacted exactly as he’d expected her to.
“Shut up and put your money where your mouth is.” Thrusting aside her last bit of inhibition, she grabbed the front of his shirt in two fists. She shoved him back against the wall of the elevator, falling against his body to pin him there, one long, slim leg sliding between his.
His eyes widening in surprise, he could only savor the pleasure of it as the beautiful woman with the dark, flashing eyes covered his mouth with hers and thrust her tongue deep.
He dropped his hands lower, wrapping his arms around her. Easily managing her weight, he hoisted her up until their bodies lined up perfectly. She whimpered against his mouth at the feel of his cock pressed hard at the juncture of her thighs. And even through their clothes, he could feel her wetness and knew she was ready.
“Can’t wait,” she muttered against his lips. “I can’t.”
God, he wanted her. The excitement was catching—electric. So he took control, turning her around so she was the one with her back pressed against the wall. “I can’t wait, either.”
She reached frantically for his shirt, tugging it out of his waistband, then hesitated. Her face flushed, she glanced up. “Do you think there are security cameras?”
He followed her gaze and saw what he knew had to be a lens. His jaw tight, he thought quickly. “Only the one.” Smiling, he pushed her into the corner directly beneath it. “And it can’t look straight down.”
That seemed to eliminate her last fear. “Thank heaven.”
Her fingers moved quickly, his even more so. She undid his belt and trousers, he pulled up her dress.
“Oh, yes,” she groaned when she reached into his shorts and grabbed his thick, hard cock with her cool, soft fingers. “I want that. I want it so bad.”
The elevator continued to move, the floors passing by in a series of slow dings, and at any time it could stop to let on more passengers.
He didn’t give a damn. He just had to feel her. Shoving her panties to the side, he slid his fingers into her creamy sex, noting how ready she was—how hot she was—all for him.
“I want so much more than this,” he said hoarsely as he sunk one finger inside her, mimicking what he’d soon be doing with his cock. “I want to do everything I said to you downstairs.”
Her thighs clenched. “Later. This first.”
She didn’t have to ask him again. Even though they were now passing the fortieth floor, he freed himself from his clothes. She was whimpering, her eyes closed, her hair falling from its pins. He planned to wrap his fingers in that hair…to feel it on his hands, on his chest, on his balls.
But, as she said, it would have to be later. For now, he had about a minute to grab a taste of heaven and he wasn’t going to pass it up.
“Just a taste,” he whispered. Then he lifted her up, holding her thighs, which she quickly wrapped around his hips. She bucked toward him, pleading and whimpering, and he plunged into her, driving hard and deep. She screamed a little, holding on tight as he drove her into the wall, fucking her wildly for a few incredible seconds. Wrapped in her warm, tight channel, he almost lost it like some inexperienced kid. He gave himself over to it for as long as he could. Then he felt the elevator begin to