I’m off the stool in a split second, eating up the distance between us with long strides, eyes fixed on her curvy waist and long legs.
She goes straight to the elevator and presses the button, turning to crook a finger at me, eyes dancing. And like the good boy that I am, I go to her immediately.
I tower over her, one forearm resting against the wall above her head. She’s got to be almost a foot shorter than me, and she stares up, chin lifted, almost daring me to back down from what’s about to happen.
“You sure about this?” I ask, because I have to be certain this isn’t going to be something she regrets. If she is who I think she is, this could be the most important night of my life. I thoughtit was the new office and new home that had me on edge, but somehow, my bear knew she was coming.
Pressing one fingertip gently to my throat, Red drags it down across the hollow at the bottom of my neck and catches it in the top of my shirt, tugging on it a little as her hand travels lower toward my chest.
She doesn’t take her eyes off my pecs as she purrs, “Oh, I’m sure.”
There’s a ding and then the doors whoosh open. I’m barely aware of the people exiting beside us, too caught up in the anticipation of what’s to come. With a playful shove, she herds me into the lift, grinning as she follows me in.
My fingers snag in the belt of her tight-fitting jeans, tugging her to me so she’s standing between my legs as I lean back against the mirrored wall.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur, tucking that wayward strand of hair behind her ear again, feeling her shiver as my fingers brush her slender neck.
I’m about to say something gentlemanly, that we don’t have to do anything, that we can just get room service and hang out, but the second the elevator doors close at her back, she's on me, and all thoughts of taking it slow vanish.
She wants this as much as me. Her mouth finds mine, her body pressing against me, hands inside my jacket now, sliding around my back, and all I can focus on is how good it feels.
“Fuck.” I snarl, the strength of my attraction to her like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It’s primal and animalistic, and I’m close to completely losing control.
Gripping the backs of her thighs, I lift her easily, pinning her against the wall of the elevator as I take control of the kiss.
Gasping breathlessly, she wraps her legs around my waist and clings to my shoulders, fitting perfectly against me. Thefriction as she rocks her pelvis against my swollen cock drags a guttural groan from somewhere deep inside.
"God, that sound is so fucking sexy." She tears her mouth away to gasp the word, “Fuck,” against my throat, her lips dragging against my scorching hot skin. "What is this? I swear, I’m not normally like this."
I shake my head then nod, unable to find the words to explain what’s happening. This feels like every nerve ending is on fire, making my skin too tight, and my blood too hot. I’ve heard it explained this way, but my bear isn’t saying much other than making it very clear how much he wants her.
"Me neither," I manage, grinding against her. “Do you…” I pause for a second, dragging myself back from the brink long enough to ask, “Do you want to stop?”
She grips the back of my hair with both hands and yanks my head back, the sting on my scalp delicious as she locks eyes with mine, cheeks pink, and lips glossy.
"Don't you dare fucking stop."
I grin. “Yes Ma’am.”
The elevator dings and the metal doors slide open to a mercifully empty corridor. Without setting her down, I stumble out and somehow make it to my room without coming in my pants as she licks and nips her way up my neck, warm hands sliding under my shirt to grab and slide over my skin.
I fumble the keycard twice before the lock clicks open, and then we're inside, all pretence of self-control abandoned at the threshold. I spin, squeezing her backside hard as I drag her core over my cock. Her back hits the door hard enough to rattle the frame as I fight with my jacket, trying to shirk it off without dropping her, unwilling to lose contact with her for even a second.
She helps, pulling it off my shoulders and tossing it to the floor.
Pinning her with my hips, I grab the hem of her shirt, trying to yank it over her head as her hands tear at mine. Reluctantly, she lets go long enough to let me free her arms, and I pause to take her in, her white lacy bra stunning against her lightly tanned skin as her wild red hair spills around her shoulders in waves.
"Off," she demands, snapping me out of my trance as she shoves my shirt up, running her hungry gaze over my abs with an appreciative smile as I throw it behind me. “Fuck, yes,” she breathes out, and immediately, her hands are on my chest, palms skating over muscle, and nails dragging lightly down my stomach, exploring every ridge and hollow of my abs.
Everywhere she touches sparks and burns, and when she leans in to press her mouth to my chest, right over my heart, my vision actually blurs.
"Christ." The voice that comes out of me doesn't sound like my own. "You're going to kill me."
Her fingers find my belt and slide it open, popping the top button of my dark jeans at the same time. Then they’re back to touching my skin, scoring my shoulder blades and scratching the back of my neck.
"Not yet." She nips at my collarbone, soothing the exquisite pain with her tongue before biting me even harder, so hard, my knees wobble with the power of my bear’s reaction. "We haven't even started."
Somehow, her bra is gone next, and she's bare from the waist up, flushed and beautiful in the dim light. I cup her breasts, feeling the weight of them in my palms, running my thumbs across her nipples and watching her arch at the contact.