"What's your type, Jessica?" The elevator dings its arrival on the eighteenth floor and the doors fly open. He doesn’t move.
"Tonight, it's you." I take a step towards him, pulling my finger down his silk tie as I walk out into the dimly lit corridor all the while hoping he's following me.
Chapter 2
You can do this. You want to do this. You've wanted this for so long. I replay the words over and over in my mind as I let him lead me by the hand down the corridor to a door tucked away at the end, just past the corner.
He smiles down at me before he pulls a key card from the inner pocket of his suit jacket, swiping it quickly he leads the way into the darkened room.
"Jessica," he whispers my name softly as the door clicks closed behind me. I love the way it sounds on his lips. I love his lips. I've been craving another taste of them since he brushed them briefly over mine back at the club.
I move to take a step forward but he turns sharply. His arm jumps to the door above me, the other resting on my waist. He presses against me and I can feel how aroused he is. He wants me just as much as I want him.
I drop my clutch to the floor, needing to touch him. I sensed, from the first moment he turned to look at me in the club, that he was all muscle. As my hands glide over his chest, I'm amazed by the definition. Even through the soft fabric of his dress shirt, I can easily make out the toned muscles of his chest and abdomen.
He licks his lips before he lowers his face to mine. I perch myself onto my tiptoes. Even in the nude heels I'm wearing, he's much taller than me. He growls as his lips cover mine in a lush and deep kiss. I open my mouth slightly wanting to feel his tongue exploring me. He pushes his along my bottom lip before sliding it over mine.
I pull my hands up, grabbing his hair in between my fingers, needing to pull him even closer into the kiss. I'm rewarded with a deep and guttural groan. His hand falls to my thigh. I have to lower myself back down to my heels. Just the mere touch of his hand on my bare skin is making me feel faint.
"I can't wait. I need to hear you come now," he says hoarsely.
I moan as his fingers push the fabric of my panties to the side. He pulls his index finger slowly along my slick cleft.
"So smooth. So ready." His lips claim mine again as he traces a circle around my clitoris. His touch is gentle, yet skilled.
My hands grip the front of his suit jacket as he pushes a finger slowly into me. I can't stifle a cry of pleasure at the sensation. I feel him smile through our kiss before he pulls his face away from mine.
"You're so eager. Your body wants me so much." His words only help to incite the desire that is already coursing through me. How can I already be this close to an orgasm?
"I do," I whimper. I don't want to hold back. I want this desperately. I want to finally know what it is like to be with a man who truly understands a woman's body. A man who can listen to my breathing and instinctively knows what my body needs. This man can do that. He was already proving that.
"You want to come hard, don't you?" His voice is unbearably sensual. It's dripping with desire. I can feel his erection pressed against me. He's ready too. Part of me just wishes he'd fuck me right now. The other part wants to soak in the luxury of his need to get me to rush to the edge right here, right inside the door of his suite.
"So hard." I was so desperate to come. I felt my hips involuntarily circle under his touch. I push them back against the door, before pulling them closer to him. My legs spread to give him more access.
He growls. "I can't wait to taste this. I can't wait to watch you squirm under my tongue before I fuck you."
The shamelessness of his words pushes me closer to the edge. I can't think straight. All I can focus on is his hand. His fingers slowly slide into me while his thumb circles my clit.
"You're so close. I can feel it." His breathing is faster. He's so aroused too. He wants me to come. It's part of what he needs.
I nod and pull my tongue across his lips. He cradles my face with his other hand as he glides his lips once again over mine. "Come for me, Jessica. Show me how good it feels."
I race to the edge and my climax is hard and intense. I fall forward and he grabs my waist, pulling me into his body. The rush of pleasure that pulses through me is accentuated by the feeling of his chest against me, his remarkable scent and his lips pressed against my forehead.
"I," I can't say anything. I can't breathe. It was never like that before. I've never come that powerfully.
"We're just getting started." He leans back and runs his lips over my cheek. "I'm going to make us a drink and then I'll tell you exactly what I'm going to do to you."
I stand in stunned silence as he pulls his body away from me. I watch him slide the suit jacket from his shoulders and throw it over the back of a couch. He doesn't look back at me as he moves seamlessly to a counter. He pours an amber liquid in two glasses before turning to hold one up to me.
"The washroom?" I ask breathlessly. I have to compose myself before I get in bed with him.
He cocks a perfect brow. "Down the hallway. First door on the left."
I nod in response before reaching down to pick up my clutch from the floor.
"Jessica?" His voice calls to me as I enter the hallway.