Her breath catches when she grinds her body against my erection.
I could come. I swear to fuck I could come from the taste of her.
It’s minty and fresh. She’s pure heaven.
Her hands are on me now. One is wrapped around my neck, the other resting on my shoulder.
I want to pick her up, carry her inside, pin her against the wall of the elevator as we ride it up to her place and then I want to fuck her.
She pulls back a touch and I groan aloud. I don’t care if she knows how she’s making me feel.
“Alexander.” Her eyes blink. “Not yet.”
I nod through a rush of frustration. I’ve never had to wait this long to have a woman.
Hell, I rarely put in any effort when I meet a woman I want to take to bed.
A drink and a flirtatious grin are usually all I need to do to get laid.
“Olivia.” I press my lips to the corner of her mouth. “You’re killing me. My cock is as hard as steel.”
She rubs against it. “I know.”
I close my eyes. This woman knows how to tempt and tease me. I can’t tell if she’s playing with me or if her refusal to fuck me is based in a real need to have a connection before she shares her body.
“I’ll go home and think about you.” I pull her even closer, my lips whispering over the shell of her ear. “I’ll stroke my cock until I come. That will all be for you.”
Her eyes find mine. “You’re going to masturbate and think about me?”
“I do it every day, Olivia.”
“Every day?”
“Every fucking day.” I nip at her bottom lip.
She winces. “You’re not sleeping with anyone else?”
What the hell?
“Are you?” I push back, my hand dropping to her ass again.
She squirms under my touch. “No. I’m not.”
Relief floods me, sending a new raging need straight to my cock. I’m so hard there’s a persistent deep ache within.
“You’re the only woman I want to fuck,” I say so there’s no misunderstanding about how badly I need to be inside of her.
Her gaze falls to the front of my jeans. “I didn’t realize.”
“I won’t push to come up to your place tonight.” I draw her eyes back up with a hand to her chin. “But it’s going to happen soon. You want it just as badly as I do.”
This time she doesn’t protest. Her chin moves under my touch. It’s a faint nod.
I take her mouth again in a kiss. It’s soft and lures a breathy sigh from her throat. “Goodnight, Olivia.”
Her hand darts to her lips. They’re pink and swollen. “Goodnight, Alexander. Sweet dreams.”
I watch as she turns and walks into the lobby of her building.