They boarded the elevator with the group, retreating to their own corner in the back. Instead of waiting for Connor to press her up against the wall again, she took control, feeling so empowered her blood heated and snapped in her veins. With a firm hand on his chest, she nudged him back and aligned their bodies. More people piled onto the elevator at the last minute, forcing them even closer together. Connor’s eyes fell to half mast, a complete contrast to what she could feel rising in his pants.
After the words they had just exchanged, keeping her hands to herself felt like sacrilege. They should be kissing. More, their bodies should be connected. It was obvious from Connor’s muttered curses, he felt the same. Remembering the way he’d taken her to the brink with only a few touches on the way up, a hint of wickedness crept into her already-rushing blood and carried her away. Hoping none of the animated tourists were paying them any attention, she reached for the hem of her shirt and drew it up, revealing her braless breasts. Because of their position, Connor was the only one who could see what she’d exposed, but his reaction could make or break the situation. Apart from the accelerated rise and fall of his big chest, the subtle flare of his nostrils, he showed no reaction.
She reached up and locked her wrists behind his neck, lifting her breasts. Her distended nipples glided over the soft material of his shirt, and she felt his erection grow stiffer against her belly. Muscles she didn’t even know she had tightened in response. This spontaneous plan to drive him crazy was backfiring. All she could think about was climbing his sturdy male body and riding his hardness until relief sent her spiraling.
Connor dipped his head to growl against her ear. “What did I say about teasing?”
“Not to do it,” she whispered into his hair, smiling when his whole body shuddered. “I’m not teasing, though. I’m showing you how bad I’d like you to fuck me.”
“Christ.” He scanned the elevator with a glare before returning his eyes to her. Again, he spoke for her ears alone. “Put your hand on my cock and say that again.”
A renewed dose of excitement assailed her. Without hesitation, she removed one of the hands locked behind his head and dragged it down his chest, over his belt buckle to cup his hard length. Breath hissed out from between his teeth. She stroked him once, twice, entranced by the way his hips rolled in perfect unison with her touch. “I’d like you to fuck me.”
“You’d like or you’d love it?”
“Love it.” She swallowed a gasp when he closed his teeth around her ear. “Please, baby.”
As always, when she called him that, his eyes darkened like thunderheads. “Cover yourself, then. Because as soon as we get off this elevator, my only goal will be to find a dark place where I can get my cock beneath that skirt and fuck you blind.”
On cue, the elevator doors pinged open behind her. The dark promise in Connor’s eyes was so distracting, she almost forgot to pull her shirt back into place before turning around, a fact that didn’t go unnoticed by Connor if his growl was any indication. She’d only taken two steps when her hand was swallowed by Connor’s and he started striding toward the building’s exit with her in tow. Only his profile was visible, but his rigid jaw didn’t welcome conversation. Thankfully, she didn’t have shit to say at the moment. She had just crossed the line from aroused to out-and-out desperate. How was it possible to need him this bad when he’d been inside her a matter of hours ago? She didn’t know. Didn’t care. She could only follow Connor and hope he found some way to make it better.
When they exited the building, he headed in the direction of his car, but turned a corner when they were still a block from the parking garage. After half a block of walking at a fast clip, she saw his destination. An older-looking movie theater lit up a small section of the side street, boasting action flicks from the eighties and nineties. Die Hard and Death Warrant were missing letters up on the marquee.
Connor stopped at the ticket counter and tossed a twenty through the slot. “Two for Death Warrant.”
As soon as the tickets passed under the glass partition, Connor snatched them up and led her into the theater lobby. Apart from one senior citizen leaning against the concessions counter reading a newspaper, they appeared to be the only people with a pulse in the entire building. Connor nodded at the man and led her down a dim hallway, entering the last theater on their right.