The elevator doorsclosed behind them before another couple could slip inside. Then Jade realized Knox was holding the close door button, preventing them from having company for the car ride to her room.
She let out a laugh as she pressed the button for the top floor. “You’re bad. I bet other people are tired and want to get to their rooms.”
“They can get their own damned elevator.” He pulled her against him. “I want to be alone with you.”
This was why she’d agreed to another night so easily. He was so open about wanting her. He made her feel good about herself and being with him. Unlike her previous partners, who only focused on themselves, Knox paid attention to her, and she loved it. But she didn’t want to lead him on or make him think she’d changed her mind about relationships.
“This is just one more night, right?” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Right. Just one more time. Now relax and enjoy.” He pressed his lips to hers and slid his tongue inside her mouth. He tasted like whiskey and Knox and everything good. She rubbed her breasts against his chest as the elevator dinged and the doors opened on her floor.
He grabbed her hand. “Which way?”
They stepped into the hall, and she pulled her hand from his to open her purse and find her key card. “Left.” They walked to her room and she let them inside.
No sooner had the door closed than the undressing began. She tossed her bag onto the outer suite sofa and sat down to remove her shoes. By the time she managed the little things women had to do but men didn’t, he’d already stripped naked.
She stared, unable to take her gaze off his glorious body. He was tanned and muscular and his cock stood erect, beckoning to her.
He walked over and held out a hand but she had other ideas. Sliding off the couch, she dropped to her knees.
“Jade, you don’t have to—”
She gripped his thickness in her hand, shutting him up fast. Then she ran her palm up and down the smooth yet impossibly hard flesh. “Shh… I want to.”
“Then I have to admit, I’ve been thinking about having those red lips around my cock all night.” The words came out sounding more like a rumble of need.
Her panties grew damp at the admission, but it wasn’t her turn yet. Leaning forward, she swiped her tongue over the head, tasting his salty essence. She teased him with a few more licks before wrapping her lips around him and pulling him inside her mouth.
He thrust once and she gripped him tighter, using her saliva to glide her hand up and down his shaft, her mouth following along with the movement. She was by no means an expert and had never enjoyed doing this before, but something about Knox was different. She felt different with him.
He wrapped his hand around her hair and used his grip to hold her in place while thrusting his hips back and forth, his thick erection gliding in and out of her mouth. At times, she wasn’t sure she could take it, but as if he sensed her distress, he’d slow down and pull out, giving her time to catch her breath. Then he’d start up again.
Before she knew it, he released his grip on her hair. “I’m going to come.”
She took the warning and ignored it, sucking him harder until he began to spurt in her mouth and down her throat.
Afterwards, he helped her to her feet and kissed her long and hard. “You just rocked my world.”
She grinned and spoke honestly. “My pleasure.”
“Now it’s your turn.” He stepped around her and unzipped the back of her dress. It easily slipped off her shoulders and down to the floor.
The dress had enough material to prevent her from needing a bra, leaving her dressed in only a dainty thong.
He spun her around and gazed at her, hunger in his eyes. “Jesus.”
Before she could react, he dipped his head and pulled one nipple into his mouth and sucked, gliding his tongue, then his teeth, over the already hardened peak. He created a direct line from her breasts to her sex, and she trembled where she stood.
“All night, I watched you, wanting to taste your skin.” He laved his way up, nuzzling her chest, arousing her with every swipe of his tongue.
Her hips began to rock, circling of their own accord. She felt empty, her sex pulsing with need as he suckled her neck and tugged on her earlobe—places she would never have thought were erogenous zones—making her wet and leaving her wanting.
Unable to bear it, she slid her hand between her thighs and rubbed her finger over her clit. But he grabbed her wrist, stopping the movement. “If anyone is going to make you come, it’s me.” His low growl was as insistent as the words, and she immediately removed her hand.
He picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, setting her down at the edge of the bed, her legs dangling over the sides. Then he lowered himself to his knees and spread her legs with his hands.
Her heart slammed against her chest as he parted her folds and swiped up with his tongue. She shut her eyes and arched her hips, lost in sensation. He didn’t let up, licking and suckling on her sex until she was rocking her hips and grinding herself against his mouth.