I’m in the sexually charged, overtly tight confines of an elevator, with the Spencer Lancaster.
Of course I know who he is. It’s not as if I’m a yearly subscription holder to Cosmopolitan or anything. He’s the hard ass CEO who every single socialite in New York City is supposedly after. I’d never admit to him that I know who he is. From what I understand, the playboy has an ego that needs to be popped.
I ignored him when I first entered the bar for that reason. I don’t like arrogant assholes, and I know his reputation is just that. Asshole is not something I need to get tangled up in. But, I found him to be . . . different. So far he’s been completely down-to-earth and even charming.
That is how I find myself standing a mere two inches away from one of the best looking men I’ve seen in my life. The electrical charges pulsing between us are maddening. It’s a heady and foreign feeling. I’ve never fawned over a man. Ever. Spencer Lancaster is proving to challenge me.
“Don’t,” he says roughly.
I look at him, eyebrow raised. “Don’t what?”
“You know what.” He stares at me with the intensity of a blazing inferno and I’m waiting for him to reach out and engulf me in flames.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll take you right here in this elevator,” he growls.
Tingles run down my body. He’s a gorgeous man. I’ll admit. But that hasn’t ever been enough to incite these types of reactions in me. He’s turning my world on its side in a matter of minutes, and at this very second I want to tip over the edge so he’ll keep his promise and take me right here, so I do my signature move, dashing my tongue out and swiping at my bottom lip slowly and seductively.
Faster than I can comprehend, he’s pushing my back up against the wall. His lips hover over mine as he runs his hand up my side, stopping right below my breast. I whimper at his touch. A groan escapes him at our connection, but he doesn’t kiss me. Just hovers, letting his breath tickle against my skin.
“Say you want this,” he demands as he pushes my dress farther up my thighs, exposing the fact that I’m not wearing panties.
“Yes. I want this.”
He growls. The rough pads of his fingers grasp at my skin.
Teasing me.
Leaving bruises.
Desperate to touch me, to be inside me.
They get closer and closer.
The anticipation is torture, all-consuming as I mentally beg for him to breach me.
My breath comes out in shallow bursts.
The tip of his finger is there. Lifting my hips up, I try to bridge the gap, but just as he begins to dip inside, the elevator pings, notifying us we’ve reached the top floor. He doesn’t disconnect from me. Instead, he moves us backward out of the elevator, only stopping when we’ve reached his door. He pulls the key hurriedly from his pocket, opening the door and ushering me inside.
I’m barely over the threshold when I’m spun around, back hitting the wall. His hands run up my body. His gaze glides over me hungrily. He leans in, placing his nose in the crook of my neck, and tingles race across my body at the simple touch.
I gasp when his firm hands literally sweep me off my feet. “Where are you taking me?” I giggle.
“To bed.”
My lips part in a silent invitation for him to taste my mouth, and he answers my invitation, accepting with a vigor that’s unsurpassed. It’s not soft or silent. It’s frenzied and primal.
He grabs me, pulling me to him, slamming his mouth back to mine. With his free hand, he lifts my jaw to deepen the kiss. Now with no space between us, I can feel the hard planes of his body against mine. I can feel the beat of his heart, the breath in his lungs, the passion in his veins. He’s desperate for me and I’m desperate for him.
Our tongues collide. A wicked dance of sensation and desires.
I’m lost, drugged. Intoxicated by this man.
Time stands still. It’s irrelevant with his lips pressed to mine. I’m not sure how long we stay here. How long he makes love to me with his mouth, but with a strangled groan, he pulls away, and I cry out from the loss. Never wanting the kiss to end.
Spencer walks us backward until my legs hit the bed and I’m pushed down. Lifting my eyes, I meet his gaze. The look reflected back is predatory. A caged beast ready to be let loose. He steps forward and then stops, his legs only a mere inch from where I lie. My breathing is erratic, my chest heaving.
He tugs his shirt off. His body is perfection. Tanned and toned. I want to touch him. I need to touch him. But he’s too far away, and the look in his eyes tells me not to move. So I don’t. I wait for him to take control.
“Take off your clothes,” he orders.
The heat in his stare leaves no room for objections. I pull away my dress, leaving me in only my bra.
“Everything.”
Slowly I remove the rest until I’m naked before him. His gaze rakes across my body.
“Perfect.”
My cheeks blush, the embarrassment of my body on display rushing to my head. But the voices inside me telling me to cover are soon silenced by the pads of his fingers skimming my knees, pulling my legs apart.
“So perfect.” He licks his lips. A hungry beast. “I need to taste you.” His mouth presses to my skin and kisses a path up to my knees. I expect him to stop. To taste me where I’m so desperate to be touched. But instead, he continues up to my breasts.
“First here.” His words blow on my skin like a seductive mist full of promise and mystery. My nipples pebble and peak at the sensation. The hot air caressing me makes my body come alive in a series of shivers. “Don’t move,” he says as he latches on, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.
There’s a raw intensity to the way he devours me. His breathing is fast. My heart rate faster. Spencer moves one hand between my thighs, and a desperate whimper escapes as he pushes his fingers deep within me, but then withdraws them, leaving me hungry. Rotating my hips, I beg him to continue and he does, shoving two fingers inside me, pressing up until he finds the perfect sweet spot. The feel of them inside me causes sparks of heat. Static electricity. He pumps into me, over and over again, but just as I feel myself coming apart, he stops.
“Please,” I beg, lifting my hips up to his hand, trying to force him back.
“On my tongue. I want to taste you.”
He moves his mouth down the skin of my belly and against my hip where he lavishes a soft kiss. Then he moves his body lower until his head aligns with my core and his mouth latches onto me. I thrash against the new feeling. Against the onslaught. My climax is so close. He licks and sucks as he presses me down into the mattress, his mouth and fingers working in tandem until I’m crying out.
Chasing the high.
Crashing over the edge.
Once I’m sated from my orgasm, he moves away and reaches for the table next to the bed. I hear the familiar sound of a packet ripping, and once sheathed he settles his body against mine. I widen my legs to give him access. Gripping his shaft, I guide him toward me, begging him to take me. He doesn’t, though. Instead, he twists his hips in a seductive dance.
Teasing.
Torturing.
He settles deeper between my legs, making me believe that this is the moment. But it doesn’t happen, his hard length resting upon my core.
“Please,” I beg again.
Finally, he plunges into me with force. A primal moan pours out through his mouth, a desperate cry from mine. Once he’s fully seated in me, I let out the breath I was holding. Feels too good. His body within mine is more potent than any drug.
He thrusts in slow strokes. In hard strokes. Long and then slow. Our hips rotate together. He moves deeper into me and then withdraws.
He drives in and out, picking up speed. Thrusting at a punishing clip, his pace is maddening. I throw my head back, my eyes shutting as every muscle inside me clenches around him. Through my haze, I feel his body shudder as he follows me over the edge. Together we catch our breaths.
His weight is heavy on me as his breathing regulates and mine returns to its normal clip. A second later he pulls out. I want to beg him to stay, but I’m too tired. Too sated from the pleasure still coursing through every synapse of my body. My eyes flutter closed again and the most perfect, peaceful bliss engulfs me.