Mr. Darcy held my hand in his as he hurried up the stairs. I could barely keep up on my heels as we went, but there was no way I was letting go of him. Not now. Not with this heat and need coursing through my veins.

Anger and fury had transformed into need and lust.

The second floor of the hotel was deserted. Everyone was downstairs and in the ballrooms enjoying the festivities, so no one was up here. Mr. Darcy looked up and down the length of an empty hallway before pressing me up against the wall and kissing me.

The kiss exploded into me as a hot, intense tangle of tongues and teeth. Everything was raw desire as my mouth found his. One hand gripped my hip as the other tangled in my hair, pulling me into him. I wanted more than this, but it was a good start.

My hands slid into his jacket and started undoing the buttons on his shirt. I could feel the muscle and tension beneath my fingers. I fumbled with the tiny buttons, unable to focus with the onslaught of all the emotions: hunger, desire, need, and something that made my knees tremble with his touch.

“More,” I whispered, my voice coming out in gasps. “Please, more.”

He groaned, the sound vibrating through my world. He lowered his head so that his breath warmed my neck. Need ached through my core. My anger had turned to lust, but it was still all-consuming and overpowering. All the intensity from the lobby was now here with just the two of us alone in this hallway.

He took a step back and pushed on one of the doors to a room. It didn't budge. He tried the next, but again it didn't move. I knew that if we stopped and we went back downstairs and got a key, we would lose this momentum. We would stop and think about what we were doing and think better of it.

Right now my body was in control. My head was lost to the overwhelming desire and need pumping through me. I didn't want to stop. I knew that this was probably a mistake. We were both angry, and it was translating into something more.

I didn't say a word. I just kept trying doors, waiting for one to open up. I was off balance, and my body was in control. I needed Mr. Darcy. I knew it had to be him. He was the reason I was off balance and doing this crazy thing. He was the one under my skin and pushing all my buttons. He was the only man I'd ever met that made me feel this way.

He did something to me that I didn't understand, but I wanted more of it.

“Here,” he called to me, pushing the door to a room open. I followed him without hesitation.

Inside, he pressed me against the wall again, the door swinging past me and clicking shut. I reached for it, searching for a lock, but couldn't find one. It wasn't a lockable door. Someone could walk in on us.

But, I didn't care. All I cared about was wrapping my legs around this man and releasing the tension building inside of me. I was out of control now. There was no turning back. He kissed me, his hands searching my body and I moaned.

I kissed his throat, flicking my tongue against the sensitive skin there. He tasted amazing, and the groan he let out went straight to my loins. He slid his hands down to cup my ass in his palms, pulling me into him as he pushed me into the wall.

“Elizabeth.” I loved the way my name sounded on his low, gravelly voice. I writhed with smug satisfaction, knowing I was having the same effect on him as he was on me. Out of control lust.

I lifted my head, and his mouth came down on mine again. His hips pressed into mine and I could feel him growing hard. I heated just knowing that I had this effect on him.

“Do you want this?” he asked, those blue eyes holding me still. I was still pinned to the wall, my hands on his chest and panting with desire.

Did I want this? Oh, hell yes I did.

I leaned forward and nipped at his bottom lip, feeling feminine and in control.

“Yes,” I whispered. I undid the button on his shirt, followed by another. I looked up, rocking my hips into his. “I do.”

The words came out steady and sure. I did want this. I wanted this more than anything I could ever think of. Maybe I just hated him because he turned me on and made me lose control of myself. Maybe I didn't hate him at all, and the energy between us was misplaced lust.

Either way, I wanted this. I wanted more.

You do this, and you'll fall for him, a small voice said in my head. I looked up into those blue eyes and realized I could deal with that. Jane would be proud of me for giving him a chance.

His eyes stayed steady on mine. He swallowed hard before kissing me again. It started gentle, but then I moaned, and he lost control for a moment. His hands tightened on my hips, and his kiss devoured me.

I undid the rest of his buttons, and he shrugged off his jacket, followed by the dress shirt. He barely broke the kiss to take off his undershirt and toss it to the ground. The man worked out. He was all pecs and abs under his suit, and my mouth went dry.

How was I this lucky?

He kissed me again, this time pulling me away from the wall with small steps and further into the room. It appeared to be some sort of conference room with a large table in the center. There weren't any chairs yet since the hotel was so new. The windows had shades pulled lows but the lights of the city still shined through them.

I reached for the zipper of my dress, stretching and straining to reach it. I didn't care that I probably looked the opposite of sexy. I wanted it off.

“Let me,” he said softly, gently pushing on my shoulder to turn me around.

I shivered as his hand caressed the bare skin of my shoulders as he found the zipper. I put my hands on the conference table just to keep myself steady. His fingers were careful and slow as he tugged on the zipper and exposed my back to him.

The little black dress puddled on the ground around my heels and my breath caught. It was cold in the room without the dress, and my nipples hardened even further. I hadn't worn a bra with the dress, all I had on was a teeny-tiny lace thong and my heels.

I bit my lower lip, unsure if I wanted to turn around or not. He was a billionaire who had been with supermodels. I was happy with my body, but to be honest, I liked my cookies. I wasn't supermodel status.

All my thoughts scattered when Mr. Darcy pressed himself to my back. He still had on his dress pants, but his excitement was evident. His bare chest was hot against the skin of my back, and I gasped. He slid his hands up the front of my thighs, nudging them apart with his knee.

I gasped with raw desire when he ran a fingertip along the lace edge of my panties. I shivered with want as he played with the soft fabric, cupping his hand over the flimsy material. His other hand slid across the skin of my stomach and up to a breast.

His fingers were gentle yet insistent as he played with the fabric. He teased me through it, his hips pinning me in place to the table as he worked his magic. My back arched into him, and he used his mouth on my shoulders and throat.

“Please,” I moaned, hanging on the edge of pure pleasure. I just needed a little bit more of a push.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered. His voice caressed me in the dark of the room.

“Touch me. Take me.”

He nipped at the soft spot where my shoulder met my neck just as he slid his fingers under the fabric and touched me directly.

The electricity of skin to skin was nearly enough to do me in, but he pulled back before I could find completion. I whimpered He kissed my shoulder and spun me around.

“I want to watch you,” he told me, a devilish grin crossing his face. He looked me up and down, his pupils going wide. “Damn, you're beautiful.”

The authenticity of the compliment made me freeze for a moment, and he took advantage of it. He lowered his head to a bare breast as his hand went back to the small triangle of lace and pushed it to the side. His thumb made tiny circles as a finger slid in deep.

He moved in slow stroking motions, working his thumb and his fingers in perfect harmony with my body. Every nerve ending started to tingle as he stoked the fire deep in my belly with his touch. His tongue worked my nipple, teasing it as he worked.

One hand threaded through his dark hair, holding him in place to me as my breath came hard and fast. The room spun until all that was left was Mr. Darcy and the pleasure he gave me. The pleasure I craved.

Everything hummed and throbbed as I crumpled into him. Exquisite pleasure ripped through my body, pouring out of every nerve as I froze and writhed at the same time. I would have fallen into a helpless puddle of vibrating pleasure on the floor if he hadn't held onto my hips.

“Damn,” I squeaked, my voice unsure of how to work after such an intense orgasm.

He grinned, his smile cocky as hell and pupils wide with enjoyment. He rubbed his thumb in a tighter circle making me whimper with the pleasure of his touch.

But now I wanted more.

I reached down and caressed the hard length of him through his pants. He jerked into my touch, moaning with pleasure. I felt like the queen of sex knowing I had this effect on him. He looked up at me with those blue eyes, and I knew that it was true.

Lust, desire, want- they all burned there in blue fire. My breath caught at the intensity of it. He wanted me in a way I'd never seen anyone want me. It was pure and unbridled. My body lit to his touch, eager to play with that fire.

“More,” I whispered again. “More, please.”

He smiled a predatory grin that made my knees go weak as he put his hands on my hips and lifted me up onto the table. It was cold on my bare skin, the tiny string of thong not providing any protection. I gasped but didn't pull away. If anything, I simply spread my legs.

I reached for his belt and tugged it free while he undid the button and zipper, kicking his pants to the side. He was a boxer-briefs man, and they did him credit. I reached for the waistband, wanting to see what was underneath causing his poor underpants to nearly explode.

That's when the doorknob twisted.

My eyes went wide, and my hands went to cover my naked breasts, but if someone walked in, there was no place for me to hide.

Mr. Darcy moved like a cat, his hand on the back of the door holding it in place. The handle moved up and down, and I held my breath.

“Try another room. This one's locked,” a male voice said. “There's got to be one around here.”

A female voice giggled. It was just another couple looking for a room in the new hotel.

Mr. Darcy held the door still. The voices faded, but he kept his hand on the door until he was sure they were gone. I didn't know how much longer we would have before we would be interrupted again. Without a lock on the door, there was a very good chance that we could be caught.

At this moment, I didn't care. Not with him standing there looking hotter than sin and me ready to drown in him.

If there was an upside to almost getting caught, it was the fact that he now had to walk back toward me. The man was all long, lean lines that my fingers itched to touch. I wanted to lick the paths leading to a V above his legs. It was incredibly lick-able.

I grinned as he pulled off his underwear before casually crossing the room. He was the embodiment of cockiness and confidence, and my body shivered with anticipation. He stopped at his pants, pulled a condom from his pocket, and carefully slid it on.

He took two measured strides before he was back between my legs.

I spread my legs wider, tempting him into me. He waited, his hard parts pressed deliciously up against my soft ones, teasing me with what came next. One hand moved the tiny bit of fabric to the side, and there was nothing left to stop him. His finger traced my cheek in a gentle caress. It was so much sweeter than I expected and my throat tightened.

Was this more than just sex? It suddenly felt like it could be.

He kissed me, and I forgot everything else. Everything except him and the promise of wrapping myself around him vanished. My body took over, and I arched my hips, drawing him into me. His hand tightened on my hips, and the low, male noise nearly sent me spiraling into orgasm.

It started slow, with just a gentle rocking of his hips. Every slow inch, by inch, by aching inch until he filled me to the point of almost pain. Still, I wanted more. I needed it over and over again. He retreated, and I whimpered until he moved forward and filled me once again.

I watched as he tucked his head into my shoulder, watching himself fill me again and again. I loved watching it too. I reveled watching him take me, feeling the pleasure of him overwhelm me yet again.

I'd never had anything like this. I'd never ached to have someone go deeper than before or to crave just another inch of skin to press into mine. I'd never felt this hot and full of intense need. I craved him like I craved oxygen and he delivered.

Desperation forced me to buck my hips, wanting more than this slow and sensual torture. The pleasure building deep in my core needed a release, and the slow burn wasn't going to do it for me.

"Harder," I whispered, looking into his eyes. The blue fire flared, and he pressed deep.

His hands gripped my hips, my legs wrapped around his ass and my hands pulled him into me. The weight of his muscled chest and abs pressed into me. His muscles strained with the effort as he tried to maintain control.

“Elizabeth,” he groaned, struggling to keep himself from losing himself. It was my name that undid me. The sheer urgency and desire in every syllable skyrocketed me into coming so hard I couldn't tell up from down. All I knew was that he came with me.

He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his body shaking with mine in the ultimate pleasure. I couldn't let go. All of the passion, all of the fight, all of the anger had turned into sheer pleasure that rocked through both our bodies.

We both were breathing hard. I knew that at any moment someone might walk through that door and find us. I didn't want to move. I didn't want this perfect moment to end. We were one, and it felt more right than anything ever had.

“Elizabeth,” he whispered, his voice ragged and raw. It made me shiver and start to heat all over again.

I whimpered, keeping him pulled into me. I wanted his skin against me. I wanted this all over again and again.

From across the room, his pants started to vibrate and hum.

“Don't go,” I whispered, locking my arms around him.

“I have to at least check it,” he replied, kissing my temple. I sighed as he stroked my hair back and kissed my forehead.

Reluctantly, I released him. The loss of his touch was a physical pain. It was cold and sharp as I waited for him to look at his phone. I grinned as I thought of us getting a room. It didn't even have to be a nice room. Just someplace with a bed. Oh, the things I wanted to do with him in a bed.

The table was good, but a bed would be even better.

Maybe the shower, too.

I looked over to see him putting his pants on as he held the phone up to his ear. I frowned but didn't say anything. Maybe it was just a quick phone call. He did have a business to run. A quick phone call, followed by a trip to a real room would be fine.

“This is Darcy,” he said, his voice calm and in control. It was the same and yet so different than the voice that had just gasped my name.

He was nearly fully dressed again. His shirt was still unbuttoned, but other than his shoes and jacket, he was dressed. I still sat practically naked on the table.

He paused at whatever the other person on the other line said. He held still for a moment before looking at me.

“Is it absolutely necessary?” he asked. His face went hard at the answer. “One minute.”

He kissed my forehead and then walked out of the room.

I watched the door swing shut and click softly behind him. His voice disappeared down the hallway.

Still, I waited. I waited until I was cold and shivering. I stood up, the heat from before no longer there. Now there was just emptiness.

I struggled to put my dress back on, fighting with the zipper until I had it most of the way back up. I kept hoping that every footstep outside in the hall was him, but they always kept going.

I looked around the room once I was dressed again. It seemed sad instead of romantic now. The shades were cheap and the missing chairs obvious.

My throat tightened as I realized he wasn't coming back.

He was gone without saying a word.

My chest clenched and I fought back the tears. I was better than this. I was so much more than this. Was the connection, the intensity of it, just in my head?

I sniffled. I had nothing to show that there was anything between us.

I was nothing more than an easy shag. One I did for bragging rights.

I picked up my phone and messaged Jane that I didn't feel well and was heading home. The party was over.