And also begging him to never stop.
“Come on.” He pushed away from her and stood, offering his hand. She took it and stood on wobbly feet, brushing her skirt down with her free hand, and he watched her, his gaze locked on her chest, where he could see her hard nipples poking against the fabric of her dress. “You okay?”
“I’m fine.” She offered him a tremulous smile and shook her hair back, her breasts rising with the deep inhale she took. He was fascinated with her chest, was dying to see what color her nipples were, and he told himself to knock that shit off.
But it was no use. It was going to become his mission to catch a glimpse of those nipples within the next five minutes if it was the last thing he did.
He took her hand and they walked briskly toward the double doors leading back to the party. Mentally he prepared how he was going to brush off his friends, because he knew they would come running the moment they saw him. This get-together tonight was really all about him, after all. If he was going to bail on his own party, then they’d be disappointed.
When they entered the room, though, he didn’t see his friends at all. And Luke and Noah were hard to miss.
“I don’t see Natalie or Andrea anywhere,” Reagan said, craning her neck as she looked around the dimly lit room.
“I don’t see my friends either.” He slipped his arm around her waist and steered her toward the exit. “Text the girls and let them know you’re with me.”
She sent him a sly smile. “They’ll probably tell me to run as far as I can if I tell them that.”
He laughed too. “Well then, reassure them this isn’t a bad idea.” He stopped short. “Unless you do think it’s a bad idea. If that’s the case—”
“Shush.” She set her index finger over his mouth, silencing him. “Let’s go.”
Everything inside of him heated at her gentle touch. “Yeah?” he asked, his lips moving against her finger.
Her lips parted, and a shuddery little sigh escaped her before she whispered, “Yeah.”
He couldn’t resist. He bit the tip of her finger, pursing his lips around it to give a gentle kiss before he lashed his tongue around her flesh as if to soothe the ache.
Fuck yeah, did it soothe. Her eyes flared with heat and she visibly trembled. His entire body went tight at the sight of her, a heavy throb moving through his cock, and he clamped his arm tighter around her waist, leading her through the small clusters of partygoers with a grim determination.
There was no time to waste. He planned on having this woman naked and in his bed in quick order. Minutes. Seconds if he could, but he still had a long elevator ride to go.
Of course, an elevator ride accompanied by a sexy as hell woman always filled his head with all sorts of ideas.
The moment they slipped into the elevator, she was reaching for her phone, plucking it from the tiny purse she carried. She dashed off a quick text and shoved the phone back into her purse, flashing him a dazzling smile. “I let them know,” she said, indicating her friends.
“Did you tell them you were safe with me?” He pushed away and walked toward her, crowding her so her back was to the mirrored wall, their chests brushing, legs tangling.
“Safe?” She tilted her head back, a sexy little smirk curling her lips. “That’s not the word I’d use to describe what I feel when I’m with you. So…no.”
“What do you feel when you’re with me?” He settled his hand at her waist, his fingers pressing into her flesh, and he felt a full-body shiver move through her.
“Excited,” she whispered. He dipped his head and kissed her, pulling away just as she was about to sneak her tongue inside his mouth. “Aroused.” Her voice was a little weaker, and he swore she swayed on her feet.
Those two words triggered something within him. Without thought, he grasped her by the waist and hauled her up, her back pressed against the mirror, her long legs winding around his hips automatically. He thrust his lower body against hers, slow and easy, just as he took her mouth in a heated kiss.
The elevator stopped, the doors quietly sliding open, and he lifted away from Reagan, glancing over his shoulder to see an older couple standing in front of the elevator doors, their shocked expressions downright amusing.
The woman found her tongue first. “Aren’t you that actor?” She waved a hand at him.
He smiled before he turned back to face Reagan once more. “Nope,” he replied reaching out and hitting the button repeatedly until the elevator doors closed.
Reagan slapped his chest lightly. “You lied.”
“Come on. I wasn’t about to tell them the truth. Then they would’ve barged into the elevator demanding an autograph.” He settled his hand over her left breast, her nipple pebbling against his palm. “And then I wouldn’t have been able to do this.” He flexed his fingers, slipped them beneath the fabric of her dress and encountered bare, warm flesh.
Her eyelids fluttered and she parted her lips, a hiss escaping. “That would’ve been…awful.”
“I know.” He nipped at her jaw, licked down her throat. All the while he continued caressing her breast, his thumb teasing her nipple, plucking the hardening bit of flesh. “Good thing I got rid of them.”