He started to reach for her. But she didn’t want to leave any doubt in his mind that she was initiating, that she wanted him. She moved forward, pushed him against the wall of the elevator, slid her arms around his neck and kissed him.
Just like that, she was tumbling, falling deeper into the complicated mess of emotions she felt toward this man. Yet instead of being afraid, she threw caution to the wind as her fingers tangled in his hair and she wantonly pressed her body against his.
What have I done?
One last rational thought pounded through her head before Alejandro groaned and leaned in. His tongue swept the seam of her lips. She opened her mouth, moaned when he tasted her.
Without stopping their frantic kissing, Alejandro grabbed her hips, turned and pressed her against the wall. The firmness of his erection pressed against her thighs. She wriggled against him, sliding her core up and down his length with wanton abandon.
“Stop!”
The whispered word penetrated the haze of desire. She reared back, humiliation creeping in. She was very inexperienced, but she’d thought, based on their last time, that she’d at least pleased him.
Alejandro grabbed her face between his hands and rested his forehead against hers, his breathing labored.
“If you keep doing that, I’m not going to last.”
The thrill of knowing she had that kind of effect on him emboldened her. She twisted, wrapped her legs around his waist and brought her body flush against his. She brazenly rubbed herself against his length, moaning as he hardened even more beneath her.
“Then I guess you better find a way to distract me.”
Before he could respond, the elevator dinged and the doors whooshed open. She got a brief impression of a four-poster bed with gauzy curtains and a vine-covered balcony before he whisked her inside.
Where this fire, this passion came from, she couldn’t say. But she loved it, this side of her that she’d only let out once to play. Loved seeing his eyes darken, feeling his shoulders tighten beneath her fingers.
He took up her challenge. And devoured her.
Before she could do anything else, he hooked his fingers in the straps of her dress and pulled them down, baring her breasts to his hungry gaze. Then he wrapped his strong arms around her body and pulled her against him. She cried out, the sensation of her bare nipples rubbing against his chest making her throb with need.
“Alejandro, please...”
He kissed her once more, keeping her arms pinned to her sides. His lips trailed over her jaw, up to her ear, where he placed the most delicate of kisses before sucking the lobe into his hot mouth and nibbling. She nearly came apart then and there.
But he was just getting started. As she moaned and begged and writhed, he pulled her onto his lap and continued his sensual onslaught, dragging his mouth down her neck with excruciating slowness, over the pulse beating wildly in her throat. Fire burned at every spot his lips touched, sparks skipping over her skin, making her feel feverish with need.
And then he sucked a nipple into his mouth. She arched against him, cried out his name. He released one of her arms to cup her other breast in his hand, his fingers cupping her flesh and stroking it with long, skillful caresses. He continued to suck and nip and nibble and kiss until she was almost sobbing.
Then he moved to the other, repeating the same sensuous seduction as she rubbed herself against him, that fire building and building until she couldn’t stand it anymore and came apart. She fell against him, shuddering, her free hand tangled in his hair.
He softened his caresses, gently kissing the globes of her breasts as she drifted back down from the incredible heights he’d sent her to.
“Alejandro... I...”
He kissed her on the lips, silencing whatever she’d been about to say. Then he moved her off his lap onto the bed and stood. She huffed in protest.
Until he grabbed the dress gathered about her waist, tugged it down along with her underwear and tossed it to the side.
Leaving her completely naked.
She started to cover herself, to cross her legs and cover her breasts with her arms. He caught one of her hands in his, brought it to his lips and kissed her fingers.
“Do you trust me?”
Trust. It always came back to trust between the two of them. Could he trust her to give him a fair chance at being a parent? Could she trust him to not repeat the sins of her father and hurt her, hurt their child?
Yes.Yes, she could. This man trusted her. Not just with her job, but with his secrets, his past, his hopes and dreams. He wanted to be a good father, a partner, and she loved him for it.
Slowly, she nodded.