coiling around his neck to pull him in tighter. She raked her fingers through his tousled hair and tugged. His heartbeat grew rapid.
Eleven floors.
“Kale?” she breathed into his mouth. Her heated breath scorched his flesh.
“Yeah?” He inched back to look into her dark eyes. Was she having second thoughts? His gut sank with the possibility.
Lust clouded her gaze. “You don’t have to ask permission.” Her voice thinned to a whisper, her face taking on a sexy, ruddy hue.
He tossed her a perplexed frown and brushed his thumb over her kiss-swollen lips. “Permission for what?”
She lowered her head, her lashes curtaining the emotions brewing in the depths of her expressive eyes. “Permission to touch me. Again. Down there.” She pushed her pelvis against his thigh and gyrated. “Between my legs.”
Sweet fuck. He’d seen the white tunnel and at the end was Erin.
Ten floors.
With renewed urgency, his lips came down harder, faster, taking full possession of her mouth. She matched the intensity of his kiss. His hand left her face and journeyed downward, reveling in the feel of her soft curves. He gripped both her delicate hands in one of his and secured them behind her back. Immobilizing her.
Nine floors.
She twisted and tensed. “What are you doing?” She sounded alarmed.
He knew she didn’t like having her control stripped away, or feeling vulnerable, but he wanted her to let go and trust him. His voice was coaxing. “I want you to let go, Erin. Relax. Show me how much of a bad girl you really are,” he said, urging her to give herself over to him completely.
Eight floors.
She opened her mouth to speak but no words formed as he delved beneath her skirt. He grazed her creamy thighs and was thrilled to discover she was wearing stockings. His fingers climbed higher until he touched her heated core. Dark lashes fluttered as she surrendered to his touch.
Seven floors.
She arched forward, her hips colliding with his throbbing erection. A gasp rolled out of her mouth when he gyrated against her. He groaned and clenched his jaw. Slipping his hand inside her panties, he used his fingers to make a slow pass over herchannel, stoking her inner fire. He was damn pleased at how wet she was. Her throaty moan vibrated through his body.
“You’re very wet, Erin.”
Her head lolled to the side, and she rasped her next breath. “I know. You make me this way.”
“Have you been hot and wet for me for days? The same way I’ve been hard for you all week?”
“God, yes,” she cried out.
Six floors.
She spread her legs wider for him, inviting his touch. He dipped his finger deep inside her and growled as her tight sheath closed around him. Light ripples from the depths of her core began kneading his finger. He couldn’t believe how close she was to coming.
“Did you spend last night thinking about having sex with me in this elevator? Did you think about all the naughty things I could do to you?”
She nodded, and he detected honesty in her eyes. That pleased him.
He put his mouth close to her ear. “Me too. All I could think about was touching you, tasting you, fucking you, and watching you come for me in this elevator.”
As she moaned in response to his frank words, he felt her grow wetter.
Five floors.
A second finger joined the first. Kale closed his eyes as he took a moment to bask in her rich, decadent texture and luxuriously snug fit. He’d never felt anything better.
“You are so hot, Erin. And so responsive.” He swirled his finger through her slick heat until his thumb found her clitoris. She worked her hands free and circled them around his back. Her nails clawed at his shirt as her body shuddered and jerked forward. “It’s making me crazy.”
“Kale…we need more time,” she cried out.
Four floors.
He stroked her and teased her clitoris out from its fleshy hood. “We have all the time we need, for now,” he whispered into her mouth before burying his lips against her
Eleven floors.
“Kale?” she breathed into his mouth. Her heated breath scorched his flesh.
“Yeah?” He inched back to look into her dark eyes. Was she having second thoughts? His gut sank with the possibility.
Lust clouded her gaze. “You don’t have to ask permission.” Her voice thinned to a whisper, her face taking on a sexy, ruddy hue.
He tossed her a perplexed frown and brushed his thumb over her kiss-swollen lips. “Permission for what?”
She lowered her head, her lashes curtaining the emotions brewing in the depths of her expressive eyes. “Permission to touch me. Again. Down there.” She pushed her pelvis against his thigh and gyrated. “Between my legs.”
Sweet fuck. He’d seen the white tunnel and at the end was Erin.
Ten floors.
With renewed urgency, his lips came down harder, faster, taking full possession of her mouth. She matched the intensity of his kiss. His hand left her face and journeyed downward, reveling in the feel of her soft curves. He gripped both her delicate hands in one of his and secured them behind her back. Immobilizing her.
Nine floors.
She twisted and tensed. “What are you doing?” She sounded alarmed.
He knew she didn’t like having her control stripped away, or feeling vulnerable, but he wanted her to let go and trust him. His voice was coaxing. “I want you to let go, Erin. Relax. Show me how much of a bad girl you really are,” he said, urging her to give herself over to him completely.
Eight floors.
She opened her mouth to speak but no words formed as he delved beneath her skirt. He grazed her creamy thighs and was thrilled to discover she was wearing stockings. His fingers climbed higher until he touched her heated core. Dark lashes fluttered as she surrendered to his touch.
Seven floors.
She arched forward, her hips colliding with his throbbing erection. A gasp rolled out of her mouth when he gyrated against her. He groaned and clenched his jaw. Slipping his hand inside her panties, he used his fingers to make a slow pass over herchannel, stoking her inner fire. He was damn pleased at how wet she was. Her throaty moan vibrated through his body.
“You’re very wet, Erin.”
Her head lolled to the side, and she rasped her next breath. “I know. You make me this way.”
“Have you been hot and wet for me for days? The same way I’ve been hard for you all week?”
“God, yes,” she cried out.
Six floors.
She spread her legs wider for him, inviting his touch. He dipped his finger deep inside her and growled as her tight sheath closed around him. Light ripples from the depths of her core began kneading his finger. He couldn’t believe how close she was to coming.
“Did you spend last night thinking about having sex with me in this elevator? Did you think about all the naughty things I could do to you?”
She nodded, and he detected honesty in her eyes. That pleased him.
He put his mouth close to her ear. “Me too. All I could think about was touching you, tasting you, fucking you, and watching you come for me in this elevator.”
As she moaned in response to his frank words, he felt her grow wetter.
Five floors.
A second finger joined the first. Kale closed his eyes as he took a moment to bask in her rich, decadent texture and luxuriously snug fit. He’d never felt anything better.
“You are so hot, Erin. And so responsive.” He swirled his finger through her slick heat until his thumb found her clitoris. She worked her hands free and circled them around his back. Her nails clawed at his shirt as her body shuddered and jerked forward. “It’s making me crazy.”
“Kale…we need more time,” she cried out.
Four floors.
He stroked her and teased her clitoris out from its fleshy hood. “We have all the time we need, for now,” he whispered into her mouth before burying his lips against her
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