A finger caresses along my folds through the damp panties. My entire body goes rigid. I dig my teeth into my lower lip to stifle a moan, gripping his hand so hard it almost hurts.
But he is undeterred. The elevator stops every so often to let people out, but his fingers continue to trace the slickness between my thighs. Three floors away from our room, the last people get out and we’re finally alone in the car. He pushes underneath the hopelessly wet fabric and rubs against the bundle of nerves.
“Lucas,” I hiss. My knees are threatening to buckle.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers in my ear.
I close my eyes. “The security camera.”
“Can’t see what we’re doing unless you move.”
That’s true enough. My skirt covers his hand from view, but oh my god…
“You’re so wet for me, Ava. I can’t wait to have you.”
I lean back against him and pant. “I can’t wait. I want you inside me. Now.” I punctuate that by grinding myself against him. The feel of his erection twitching against my ass is gratifying, but nowhere near enough.
The elevator finally opens on our floor with a sharp ding. We both stagger out. I’m drunk with need, and from the dark glittering look in Lucas’s eye, so is he. He spins me around so he can kiss me deeply as we slowly edge toward the suite. I pull him into my mouth, stroking and sucking his tongue, my fingers digging into his hair and my nipples rubbing painfully hard against his chest.
It takes three tries before he gets the door unlocked. He sticks the card into the slot and the suite lights up. Our mouths still fused, we kick off our shoes. His jacket falls on the floor. He finds the zipper in the back of my dress and pulls it down, while I fumble with the buttons on his shirt.
The second he drags the dress over my hips, I shimmy out of it. His hot gaze sears me, taking in my black lace demi-bra and tiny panties. He rips his shirt off, buttons flying, and tosses it over a shoulder like a worthless rag.
Before I can gasp at the violent reaction, he grabs me and kisses me again. I make quick work of his belt and the rest of his clothes. His cock springs out and presses against my belly. I wrap my hand around it and squeeze, watch the precum bead at the tip, and lick my mouth.
“Jesus,” he mutters.
“You. Inside me. Now,” I pant.
“Wrap your legs around me.”
I do so instantly. He adjusts so his thick, pulsing shaft is nestled between my folds. I rock against him, unable to stop myself. He grits his teeth.
“You might want to wait until I get a condom.”
“Hurry,” I demand, my fingers digging into his hot flesh.
He carries me to the bed and deposits me in the center. His cockhead is glistening and I lick my lips. He curses under his breath. “You’re trying to kill me.”
“Is that an objection?”
He grins. “Nope.”
He supports himself on his elbows, resting one on each side of my head and kisses me again. I breathe in his scent—soap and male and a hint of musk—and I wrap myself around him, totally primed.
His greedy mouth traces my jawline, my neck and my collarbones. He moves lower, kissing the soft swell of my breasts, and tugs at the bra cup until he can wrap his mouth around one of my bared nipples.
He sucks hard, trapping the pointed tip between the roof of his mouth and the flat of his tongue. His cheeks hollow, his hot eyes on mine. Bliss spreads through me, leaving my body heavy and languid with sensual delight. My fingernails rake across his back and dig into the thick muscles. His chest rumbles as he chuckles like the sexy devil he is. He switches his attention to the other nipple, and I writhe underneath him as blistering pleasure streaks along my veins. I feel like I’m burning from inside out, and if he doesn’t drive into me, I’m going to die in the next two seconds.
He licks the smooth skin along my belly, going lower and lower and lower until his breath fans my clit. Shamelessly, I spread my legs as wide as I can.
“Please, Lucas!” I beg, uncaring what comes out of my mouth so long as he takes me. “I want you inside me, thick and hard, fast and strong. I’ve been dreaming about this for two years. We couldn’t do it last time, and as satisfying as it is to have you down there, I want you pounding into me more. Don’t deny me. And don’t make me wait any longer.”
The muscles in his jaw flex. I know from the way he grinds his teeth that his control is slipping dangerously.
He pushes himself off the mattress and reaches into the drawer by the bed. He pulls out a foil packet and rips it open with his teeth. With an elegant deftness that I can’t help but adore, he sheathes himself in the rubber and links his fingers with mine, pushing my hands up until they’re above my head.
“Ava, you’re the only woman who can shatter me like this.”