“I’m pushing,” she whispered next to his mouth. “So what are you going to do about it?”
He closed the distance between their lips in a hard, take-no-prisoners kiss. He was demanding, unforgiving, as his tongue invaded and stroked and the rest of the world faded away. He released his grip on her hand to cup her breast, freeing her to plow her fingers through his soft dark hair.
Yes. He was the perfect distraction, exactly what she needed. To forget the rest of the world and just…feel.
He grabbed her ass and lifted her up until she had to wrap her legs around his hips or topple. She threw out an arm to keep upright, felt several of the floor buttons press under her palm, but who the hell cared? Reece was kissing her again, devouring her as his hand eased up her inner thigh under her skirt—
The elevator doors opened and a throat cleared. An older couple stood on the other side, dressed up for dinner. The man was trying to hide his smile, but his wife didn’t bother.
“Excuse us,” Reece said. He set Shelby down on her own two feet again and hauled her from the car by the hand. As soon as the doors shut, he pushed her against the wall and dropped his lips back to hers. “Where’s your room?”
She laughed against his mouth. “This isn’t my floor.”
He swore and let go of her long enough to reach for the elevator’s button, but she caught his hand and pulled. The alcove by the ice machine was dark, the bulb overhead burned out. She dragged him inside and tugged his shirt free, running her hands over all the delicious muscle of his back.
He growled in the back of his throat and banded his fingers around her wrists, stilling her hands. “Not here, Shelby.”
“Why not?” She let her nails bite into his skin.
“We’re going to get caught.” Even as he protested, his erection jumped against her stomach, and his grip on her wrists loosened.
“But that turns you on, doesn’t it?” Holding his gaze, she guided his hand between her legs to the place already soaked with her desire. “It does for me.”
“Jesus.” He stroked her through her panties then shoved the strip of fabric aside and dropped to his knees in front of her. “This is crazy.”
At the first swipe of his tongue, her legs threatened to give out, and she leaned into the wall for support. “Oh, but you’re so hot when you get crazy.”
His lips closed around her clitoris. The light suction sent shivers racing through her body, followed by wild flashes of heat. Her stomach muscles clenched, her hips bucked against his mouth. She’d never been with a guy who was so enthusiastic about going down on her. He was good at it, too. Knew how to use his lips and tongue and even the light scrape of his teeth to wring every ounce of pleasure out of their encounters. “Oh God. Reece—”
“Shh.” He gazed up, his eyes dark, and slid a finger inside of her. “Don’t make a sound.” A second finger joined the first and stroked a spot inside that made her go lightheaded. “Make any noise at all and I stop, understand? Nod.”
She wanted to smack him for that command, but when he stroked her again, her legs nearly gave out. She smothered a groan and nodded as another shiver of pleasure rippled down her spine.
He chuckled, and his breath fanned over her clit in a hot caress. Her thighs trembled. Hard. She locked her knees, bit down on her lower lip to keep from crying out. Then his tongue returned to tease her, his fingers found that spot again, and she melted. She lost herself in the orgasm, head spinning, body shaking uncontrollably. Heat swamped her, blasting away every worry, every thought, except one—she wanted him. All of him. Naked, pounding into her, sweat-slicked and out of control. God, did she want him.
When she finally floated back to herself, she opened her eyes to see Reece licking his fingers as if savoring the taste of her. And that was the biggest freaking turn-on ever. She reached for him. “Reece.”
At the sound of her voice, his eyes snapped open. He scrambled to his feet, smoothed down his tie, and walked away without a word.
He. Walked. Away.
Shelby stood there, leaning against the wall, body still humming like a live wire. What the hell? She had been putty in his very talented hands. What kind of man walked away from that?
It was like that night at The Bean Gallery all over again.
Oh, no. He wasn’t getting away with this oral-and-run routine a second time. It made her feel dirty—and not in a good way. He obviously enjoyed having his mouth on her, so why did he never want to go further than that? Why was she never allowed to reciprocate?
She walked out into the hall, glanced both ways. He was long gone, but that didn’t matter. She knew where his suite was—right across the hall from Cam and Eva’s. She jabbed the button to call the elevator.
Yeah, it was past time for Reece Wilde to get his.
Chapter Five
Jesus. Was he out of his goddamn mind?