Standing in an elevator with Reese Carroll in a massive building full of luxurious condos is one of the most surreal moments of my life so far. I can’t believe what I’m doing, or what I’m about to do with this man. Well, I mean, of course I knew going out tonight was going to lead to sex with him, but I had firmly decided on not leaving with him. I figured we would sneak off into the bathroom at The Tavern or into a dark and secluded corner to hump like rabbits. But here I am, riding the elevator of his building to the tenth floor with him watching me from across the small space. It’s taking every ounce of self-control to not drop to my knees on this pristine marble floor and suck him off right here and now. I feel green eyes on me as I stare ahead at the numbers on the panel, loving the fact he hasn’t stopped looking at me since we got out of his car.
“See something you like?” I ask playfully as he leans against the mirrored wall.
“Very. But why are you standing so far away from me? Afraid I might violate you before we even get to my couch?”
I swallow loudly. Violate me? Yes, anytime. The elevator pings and the doors open before I have a chance to answer.
We’re barely in the door of his condo when it’s kicked closed behind us and I’m being pinned against the wall. His mouth is hot and needy against mine, sucking and tasting every dip and corner as our tongues move together. I grip the back of his head and pull his tongue into my mouth and suck it slowly, drawing a long groan from his parted lips. His hands move over every inch of my back and down to the hem of my dress.
“Take it off,” he orders as he grips my hips and moves backward, leading me out of the entryway and into a giant living room. My eyes widen at the sight of it.
“Whoa. Your place is really nice.” I quickly glance all around me. We’ve stopped in front of a long black leather sofa that faces a fireplace, with a giant television mounted on the wall.
“Dylan, take the dress off.”
I smile and look up at him from under my lashes, slowly turning around and gathering my hair over one shoulder. “Unzip me please.” Startling a bit at the touch of his hands on my bare shoulders, he keeps one there while the other slowly pulls the metal zipper down my spine, stopping just above my backside.
“Thank you,” I say softly as I stay facing away from him and pull my arms out of the sleeves, letting it drop to the floor and hearing a sharp inhale of breath from behind me. And this is why garters were invented. I smile without him knowing.
“Holy shit. Turn around.” Mmm, I like bossy Reese.
Taking a little longer than he probably would have liked, I turn on my heels and step out of my dress, standing directly in front of him in my cream-colored lacy bra, matching panties and garter, and my sheer stockings. His chest is moving rapidly inside his shirt as he slowly trails down my body with his eyes, and even more slowly back up to my face. I see his Adam’s apple roll in his throat.
“Be gentle,” I whisper, and for a brief moment, something flashes in his eyes. Something I’ve been feeling and hope he can’t see. Is he nervous?
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says. I melt on the spot. No man has ever called me beautiful before. Sexy, hot, and I even got “good enough to eat” one time. But never beautiful. Shit, why did he have to say that? He steps in to me and wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me against his chest as he slowly lowers me down onto the couch.
“Oh!” I yelp at the cold leather as it touches my bare skin.
Kneeling next to me on the floor, he grabs my one leg and hooks it over the back of the couch and brings the one closest to him up to rest over his shoulder. I begin to shake against him, knowing exactly what’s coming. He trails light kisses up my inner thigh. “I’ve been dying to taste you again. It’s all I’ve thought about.” He moves to my other thigh and repeats the action, causing me to tremble. “You have me so fucking wound up here, Dylan. You will come in my mouth several times before I fuck you.”
“Jesus, you keep talking like that and I’m gonna come before you touch me.” My body arches toward his mouth as he laughs against my skin. I know he’s right. I know he’ll bring me multiple orgasms tonight because he’s that good. His hot breath warms me against my panties and I moan, feeling his finger slide the thin, sheer material to the side ever so gently.
“Oh,” I groan loudly.