I tried to hide how he affected me, but the small, jagged breath I took was a telltale sign. “No,” I replied, trying to keep my voice aloof and indifferent.
“You shouldn’t be. I don’t want them, and I don’t want you either.” His words stung, even though I knew why he said them: to push me away. “No,” he whispered even lower, his fingers reaching out to play with a stray lock of my hair, tortured tones replacing all others. “That’s not true, is it? I don’t want to want you, but I do. I fucking crave you, but I can’t…I can’t give in.” He stepped closer, and the current that passed between us grew stronger, want taking over every part of me. “Please, Lila, push me away.” His body leaned into mine, his lips running along the column of my neck. “Don’t let me take you again.”
He was so close I could breathe in his intoxicating scent. It made my legs shake and threaten to collapse out from under me. An inch apart was too far; I needed to feel him pressed against me.
“I can’t stop you, I want you too much.” I turned toward him, my hand resting on his chest. “You’ve given me a taste, and now I want more. I need more.”
I lifted my eyes to meet his. The longing I’d heard in his voice melted from his face and turned to anger.
“Fuck.” He backed away from me. “No. Don’t say that.”
I pulled on his tie, bringing his face down to mine, my lips ghosting his. We were so close. “You’re like a drug, and I’m going through withdrawal.” My tongue snuck out, lapping against his lips. “I need your help.”
My hand slid down, grasping his thick cock through his pants. I was being forward, a trait I wasn’t used to, but figured it was because I knew he wanted me, and I needed him. He was reacting, his body rocking, pushing him harder into my hand as he released a deep breath, so I kept going. When his head lifted and his eyes met mine, heat rushed through me. His eyes were dark, wild, and clouded with lust, and I knew I was going to get what I wanted.
The elevator pinged, signaling we’d reached my floor. The war that raged within played out on his face. He wanted to follow me, but the part that was pushing me away, kept him inside. The doors started to close, separating us, and his eyes widened before jumping through to join me.
His hands gripped my waist, mouth latching onto my neck, pressing his erection into me as we walked down the hall to my condo. My body was lighting up with each step, the excitement of him soon being inside me, causing a flood in my panties. I was drunk on him.
My fingers fumbled with the lock, unable to get the key in due to the distraction of his chest molding to my backside. With a few more tries, the door unlocked and we stumbled through. I turned and his lips captured mine, walking me back until I was pinned against the wall. My hands wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him closer.
“I want your hands and lips on me. You’ve kept me waiting long enough, Mr. Thorne.”
“Fuck.” His teeth nipped at my jaw. “What about my cock?”
“I want it in my * where it fucking belongs.” I wondered where my assertiveness was coming from. Who was the woman speaking through me?
“I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk.” His voice was low and rough. “You make me so hard; you better be ready to work your ass off for my come.”
“More,” I begged. My hands worked at undoing the buttons on his shirt as his hands moved to my ass, pulling me harder against him and his cock. I whimpered, my head dropping to his chest, panting with my need for him.
He snickered. “Excited, my little whore? Yes, that’s what you are, letting me fuck you the way I do. You know that’s not good, letting me punish you. My cock wants to be down your throat, inside your *, and,” he paused, his grip on my ass tightening, “in your ass. You tease me with it every fucking day.”