6.
The first touch of his mouth to her lips brought the burst of electricity he'd felt when he first touched her. It flooded through his mouth. It should have hurt, should have burned him, but instead, it only made him ache to taste more of her. His hands curled around her midriff even while he told them to get back in his pockets and as she arched her back, he couldn't have made himself let go if he'd tried.
But he wasn't trying. He was holding her and kissing her and goddamn if it didn't feel better than a beer after a long hot day. Finally, he came up for air and breathed hot words in her ear. “We're both not thinking straight. Being locked in here like this.”
“Yeah,” she said then let out a moan as he took his lips to her neck. Her soft, warm neck.
“But we're here now. Stuck here for who knows how long.”
“And life is short.”
“Right. No one knows when their time is up, so it's best to make the most of the time we have.”
“I couldn't agree more,” she said and pulled his tie clean off and threw it to join his jacket.
Then the kiss took over, and he couldn't help the hand he pushed through her hair or the demand he threaded through the kiss.
Her pink strapless top had a catch and zipper at the side, and he had it off before her next breath. Skin. Even in the muted light, he could see the pale glow of her skin, feel it warm under his hands, feel how much she melded to his hands when he ran them down her back. He spread his fingers wide and brought her so close that her breasts were crushed against his chest. His skin ached at the sensation. Too many clothes. He moved his hand to the waistband of her pants and his thumb smoothed a hot, languid circle there.
He should have walked away. To the other side of the elevator anyway. This woman was trouble. First, she insulted him, then she clung to him, and then made him spill his childhood secrets. Although he still held the truth of its hurt deep down, the fact that he would never be good enough. For his parents, or, now he was coming to realise, for himself.
But then she moved her lips to the hollow just below his earlobe, and he was done. He pushed her up against the wall and spread her legs open with his thigh.
“Hey,” she said, but he bit her lightly on the shoulder, and her words trailed away, and they descended into another air stealing kiss.
When he finally released her mouth again, she took a deep breath. “Maybe this will help.”
“Help?” He pulled back a fraction.
“You know. Us focus. I need to get my business going, and you need to chill the fuck out.”
“Focus. Sure,” he said, and then in one movement unzipped her wide-leg pants and had them pooled in a silky mess on the floor. For a moment, he let himself enjoy the picture of her standing in front of him in nothing but a white strapless bra, white lacy panties and the highest black stilettos he'd seen in a long time. “That's a great look on you.”
“You trying out to be my assistant?”
“Sure, I can assist you out of this.” His hand found the clasp of her bra, and he let it fall into the pile with her pants. Then he was back at her lips. Diving his tongue into her mouth, making her open up to him, deeper, further, faster. This time though he didn't want to stop at her mouth. “You should never wear clothes.” He put his mouth to her left breast and circled her nipple with his tongue. So nice. Her skin had tightened, raised welts of goose pimples breaking out everywhere, but she wasn't cold, far from it.
“You like that, don't you?”
“Oh, man. Yes,” she managed, and he devoted some attention to the other breast, feeling the nipple pebble under his tongue. “I know you think you have all the answers about people, about me, but right now you're going to let all that go. You're going to let go of everything, and we’re going to get good and distracted, deal?”
She nodded and fumbled his shirt open. Feeling her hands on his skin sent another burst of crazy hot lust through him, and he was sure every milliliter of his blood was currently pooled in his cock. It strained at his pants, the pressure of his zipper almost painful against its need to get out and plunge itself deep inside the woman in front of him.
Her fingers scraped against his chest, and he sucked in a breath. Fingers toying with the waistband of her panties, he bit her bottom lip, gently. “I hope you're not attached to your underwear?” Training his hand down, he moved it between her thighs, and she took another sharp intake of breath when he pressed a strong finger to the edges of her folds before sliding the fabric aside and pressing it inside her without further invitation. She clenched around him, and it was sexy as all hell. The thought of her clenching around his cock? Perfect. Hot. Wet.
“Now. I want you now.”
“For once, I think we're both on the same page.” Kirk flicked the button on his pants, unzippered and let his suit trousers fall to his ankles. Only pausing to roll on the condom he'd stashed in his wallet, he grabbed her by the ass and using his body and thigh, held her up on the wall, her legs spread wide to receive him. “Let go, Sarah.”
He nudged at her entrance, willing himself to take it slow but she didn't seem interested in that idea. She smoothed her hands under his shirt to the base of his spine and raked her fingers over his skin before sliding down them to his butt and yanking him toward her hard and fast. He slid deep and firm inside her.
For a moment, he didn't want to breathe. Didn't want to think in case the sensation overwhelmed his mind and he let go straight away. Because being inside her made him feel like that, like a teenage boy unable to keep control, chasing the rabbit of an orgasm so hard that he forgot it was a two-horse race. She must have felt it too, because she stilled, and clenched down hard around him. Slowly, slowly, his mind cleared, and he was able to withdraw, inch by careful inch till he was almost at her entrance again. Focusing on his breath, he slid in and out, over and over, till their breath was entwined and it felt like they might slide over the ceiling of the elevator and drift up into the air.
Then she pulled at his butt again, arching her back and allowing him even deeper access inside her. “Dear god woman.”
He shook, both from holding her hard against the wall and from holding himself back, wanting only to fill her up but not wanting this sensation of perfection to end too soon. Because this was unlike any other coupling he'd had before. She was silk against his skin, a wild cat under his hands. She responded to him immediately and completely, and let go of any pretense of holding back. She was as joyful as pure math. Their union as uncomplicated, as wondrous, as essential to his heart continuing to beat. They were one plus one, and with the addition of fear and anger and pride, they'd become an infinite constellation of possibility.
Her hands moved from his butt to curl around his shoulders, pulling his chest closer to hers, so the hard buds of her nipples pressed against him. “I'm close,” she managed. “So close.”
If his skin could have squeezed his body tighter he was sure it would have, the tension of holding back his climax was all through him, all over him. But with her words he picked up speed. His breath became shorter, and he noticed hers slipped into an easy rhythm with his. A moan crept from the back of her throat, and she arched her back even as he pushed her hard against the wall. She clenched around him, and he felt her climax building.
Her breath hitched, and there, he felt her slide away from him as her body spasmed, her thighs gripping his waist as she tried to hold on. The spiral of her orgasm threw her head back, her breath deserting her, her eyes shut tight. She started to soften, her muscles releasing, he gripped her hips and started to work her over him, hard and fast. And there, he felt it. She started to tighten again.
“Again? Really? Oh man, yes. Yes, please.”
Coming hard on the heels of her orgasm, she was super sensitive, so when he thrust again, she cried out, the hiss of breath sharp and lost and desperate. It was incredibly hot.
Giving up all semblance of control he let go and her cry was mixed with his shout as he filled her. His cock jerked, hard, making him lose his mind as he thrust deep and hard into the far reaches of her sex to seek every scrap of pleasure her body would share with his. The orgasm stretched on and on. Unbound, unrestricted by his mind's fierce need for control. And then they were slumped into each other. Breathing hard. His body feeling like it had run all the way back to his folk’s place without stopping.
“Well,” she said when she found her voice finally.
It took him a little longer to get his breath back. “Indeed.”
“You might be an ass, but you're not bad at that,” she said breathlessly.
He couldn't help it. He threw back his head and laughed. Laughed harder than he could remember laughing in months. Was this what she'd meant when she told him to chill the fuck out?