Weston winked and tilted his head in my direction. “Worked on this one.”
I’d been standing in front of the button panel on the right side of the elevator, but forgot to push our floors. After a minute, Weston noticed we weren’t moving.
“Helps if you tell the elevator where you want to go, Soph.”
“Oh shit. Yeah.” I hit all three of our floors, and the car started to move.
Scarlett’s room was on the third floor, so her stop came first.
“Thank you for a lovely evening, Weston. I had a blast.”
“Anytime. But I have a feeling you have a blast wherever you go.”
Scarlett and I hugged, and then the elevator headed up to its next stop. Weston’s room was on the eighth floor. The doors slid open, but he made no move to exit.
“Are you…getting off?” I said. “This is your floor.”
Weston shook his head. “Nope. I’m going to your room to get you off.”
Chapter 16
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Weston
Sophia walked into the suite ahead of me and flicked the light on in the hall. In the living room, she turned on a lamp. I followed close behind her and turned it off.
Normally I didn’t give a shit about mood lighting. In fact, I don’t know that I’d ever considered it before. But the light in the hallway illuminated the room enough for me to see her, and anything more felt like a distraction.
“Do you want some water or something?” Sophia asked.
I shook my head and crooked my finger. “Or something. Come here.”
Sophia bit her bottom lip, but moved closer to me.
I traced her pulse down her neck with one finger. “You have no idea what your skin does to me. It’s so soft and perfect. Every day while I watch you get your coffee, I daydream about sinking my teeth into it. I want to suck on every part of your body and leave marks.”
She laughed nervously. “But then it won’t be perfect anymore, will it?”
“Actually, the only thing that could make it more perfect would be marking it as mine.”
I cupped her cheeks and pulled her close. Now that I could finally kiss her, I never wanted to stop. The woman knew how to kiss. She sucked on my tongue, bit my lip, and tugged until I felt it straight down in my cock. But it was the soft mewl she let out that got to me. It traveled through our joined mouths, wrapped around my heart, and squeezed.
I grabbed her ass and lifted her off her feet. Her long legs wrapped around my waist as I carried her into the bedroom. I’d never wanted a woman missionary style like I wanted this woman. Actually, I’d never wanted any woman the way I wanted Sophia at this moment. I couldn’t wait to spread her out on that king-size bed and watch her beautiful face as she came undone.
Sophia’s fingers threaded through my hair, and she tugged. We were both still fully dressed, but the way I felt, I knew if I didn’t slow things down, I was going to break the one rule I’d told her we’d keep. So I forced my mouth from hers and broke the kiss.
She shook her head as I tried to pull away. “No. More.”
I smiled. “I want to take my time tonight.”
She groaned, and I chuckled as I set her on her feet. Taking a few steps back, I said, “Take off your shirt.”
Our eyes locked, and she pouted. “Can’t we both get undressed at the same time?”
The desperation in her voice made me feel like the king of the jungle. But she was giving me all of her tonight, and I wanted it to be good. We’d fucked plenty, though that was just our bodies. Tonight we’d upped the ante.
So I reined in my desire and repeated myself. “Take off your shirt, Sophia.”
I managed to keep my eyes on her face while she slipped the silver top from her shoulders and let it fall to her feet. But fuck—she had no bra on. Her gorgeous, smooth skin was on complete display, and her full, real breasts had the sexiest natural curve to them. Deep pink nipples stood at full attention, coming to pert, hard points. My mouth salivated. I couldn’t wait to bite them.
Raising my chin, I said, “The pants now.”
The sound of the zipper of her jeans coming undone echoed through the room. This little striptease was supposed to give me time to get myself under control, but it was having the opposite effect. I was so hard it was growing painful.
Sophia slipped the denim down her sexy, toned legs and stepped out. Standing before me, she wore only a small triangle of black lace covering her pussy. God, I loved every one of her curves…the narrow of her waist, the slope of her hips, those smooth, mile-long legs.