His eyes softened at her question. “I checked my levels earlier. I’m good.”
“Okay then.”
He stepped even closer. Enough for her to lift her head to look at those dark eyes. He was overwhelming. Not just in height, but in everything. Definitely trouble with a capital ‘T’.
The doors pinged as they opened behind him. He leaned forward and her breath caught. Was he going to kiss her again? Instead, he slid his hands beneath her, lifting her up and carrying her out of the elevator, his sudden movements shocking the air from her lungs.
“Five five seven eight,” he said, dropping her enough so she could punch the number into the keypad. The lock clicked, and Becca pushed down the handle, Daniel kicking the door open with his foot.
He carried her inside, stalking across the living room of the suite toward the door of his bedroom, dipping her again so she could press down on the handle.
“You could put me down,” she murmured against his cheek. “It would probably be easier.”
“If I put you down, I don’t trust myself not to take you. And I want to see you on my bed.”
Sure enough, he headed straight for the king in the center of the room, carefully laying her on the smooth bedsheets, stepping back to look at her like she was an installation at an art gallery.
He stalked around the bed, his gaze still on her, as though he wanted to see her from every angle.
“Still a predator, circling your prey.”
“Just trying to work out the best way to die.”
She lifted herself up on her elbows. The fluffy tulle of her skirt was wrapped around her thighs. Her breasts were fighting to escape the bodice. “This must be how it feels to lose your virginity on prom night,” she said, as he pulled at his bow tie and unfastened his top button.
His eyes crinkled. “Who took you to prom?”
“You don’t want to know.” There was no way she was going to admit it was Tanner.
“You’re keeping all the secrets tonight.”
“Maybe I want to be more like you. Strong and silent.”
He shook his head slowly. “You really don’t.” He shucked his jacket off, then toed off his shoes. If he’d looked glorious in his full tux, now he looked dangerously sensual. White shirt, loose tie, and pants that hugged his hips as though they never wanted to let go.
“Who did you take to prom?”
“I didn’t go. I was going through a rebellious phase.”
Becca grinned. “I’m not sure you grew out of it.”
He reached the base of the mattress, his eyes scanning her. She knew how she looked. Louche, needy, dirty. Her legs splayed, her dress half off her body, her hair a mess of waves as it tumbled over her shoulders.
He dropped to his knees, leaning forward and circling his hands around her thighs, pulling her toward him, his thumbs digging into her skin. She tried to slide her shoes off her feet and he stopped her.
“These stay on.”
Damn, even the way he talked sent shivers down her spine. “What if I want you to keep your shoes on, too?” She raised an eyebrow
He laughed. “Not the same.” Running his fingers along her inner thighs, he leaned forward to press a chaste kiss against her.
“Not again. Please. I’m ready for you.”
“Maybe I’m not ready. Maybe I want to taste you again.”
She sat up, hooking her legs around his waist, pulling him forward until their faces were almost touching. “Kiss me.”
Something flashed behind his eyes. “You’re giving the orders now?”