Chapter Thirteen - Erica
I was watching him walk ahead of me when we walked into the building toward the elevator that would lead us up to his penthouse. I had been staring at Kyle the whole night. I had just shared an intimate dinner with the sexiest man in the country. And boy did this man know how to polish himself up off the field.
He was in a steel gray suit and a black tie. His clothes were tailor-made and clung to his body, revealing all the toned muscles underneath. His hands were large, which I noticed again as he adjusted his tie. His face was rugged and clean. His eyes were a brilliant green. His lips were now stained slightly from the wine he had been drinking by himself the whole night. Whatever cologne he had picked for the night still remained. When we got into the elevator quietly, it filled with the musky masculine scent of him and I almost felt dizzy.
“That went smoothly,” he said after he pressed the button for the penthouse.
“Enough photographs to keep the media happy,” I said, recalling the flash of cameras that had blinded me for a few seconds as we left the restaurant earlier.
We were silent for the rest of the elevator ride till the metallic doors opened inside his apartment. We both stepped towards it together. We bumped into each other, and, as my foot slipped, he caught me by my waist. My body swung but he held me safe, and my hands automatically flew to his arms for support.
“That was silly of us,” I said, but my attention wavered. He was looking at me, our faces were only a few inches apart. I could see what he was thinking, and I was thinking the same thing.
“Kyle.” I said his name softly. We were still in the elevator and the doors were closing. But neither of us had made a move to get out. It was like we were frozen at the spot.
“Erica.” He said my name and that was enough. Just to hear my name escape his lips was enough. And he saw it in my eyes.
His mouth was on my neck and he pulled me close to him. His teeth dragged across my skin and I flung my head back. I could feel the wetness of his tongue on my flesh as he trailed down the length of my neck to the top of my cleavage. My nails dug into his arm.
He was holding me at my waist still as I arched myself backward. The elevator was going down again, but I had forgotten about the motion.
His tongue had reached the crevice of my breasts, held tightly together by the neck of my dress. His tongue flicked between them and I bit down on my lip.
I heard the doors of the elevator slide open and Kyle pulled me closer to him. With my head bent backward, I opened my eyes and caught sight of the lobby. There were three people standing on the other side, watching us. Shocked and silent. Kyle’s face remained on my breasts. He hadn’t even looked up at them.
My head swimming with my irresistible desire for him, I closed my eyes again. He must have pressed the button for his penthouse again because the doors slid shut and the elevator started moving up. Nobody had made a move to enter the elevator.
I could feel Kyle’s fingers sliding the zip at the back of my dress down. My shoulders were bare already, and the chiffon material of the dress slid down smoothly. I hadn’t been wearing a bra, and my breasts were revealed. Kyle grabbed them with his hands.
The elevator doors opened again and this time, he pulled me into his apartment. One of his hands was still on my right breast. Not even a second had passed since we stepped out of the elevator when he licked my right nipple. I moaned loudly with delight.
“Kyle!” I screamed his name again, as he licked again, this time, the left one. I could feel myself growing wet. I was nearly naked, save for my panties, in his arms. He was fully clothed.
I started struggling to get his jacket off. He finally pulled his lips away from my nipples and took off his jacket. His shirt came off next, and then his pants. I stood in front of him, watching with desperation.
As soon as his clothes were off, I lunged at him and he caught me, lifting me up as I wrapped my legs around his waist. His chest was strong and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I could feel his throbbing dick against my moist center. He hadn’t entered me yet and I was desperate for him to do it.
But Kyle kissed me. Gently, with his tongue slowly massaging my lips and then sucking on my lower lip. I parted my mouth, enjoying the slow sensual buildup of our desire. I was pressed against him, hanging from his body, while he kissed me.
I felt his hands in my hair as he moved his face to kiss me more. Our kiss was lasting longer than the foreplay had, and I almost laughed. I hadn’t pegged Kyle Murphy for a long kisser.
“Erica,” he said gruffly when he finally pulled away to breathe.
He knocked his forehead against mine, as he said my name. I could hear my heart beating. We were naked, our bodies squashed against each other, my breasts pressed against his chest.
“I want you to sleep in my bed tonight,” he said, completely out of the blue. I didn’t even know what that meant. In the middle of the hottest moment I had ever experienced, Kyle Murphy told me he wanted me to sleep in his bed. I stared at him, my eyebrows crossed.