“This one.” I press the button that will lead us to my floor. Just as the doors part, I ask, “How many women have you killed?”
“What?” A burst of a laugh flies out of his mouth.
“Okay. That was the answer I was looking for.”
His eyebrows pinch together.
“If you had casually said none or simply tilted your head at me like I was crazy, I wouldn’t have gotten on the elevator with you.”
“So now that you know I won’t kill you…” He leaves that hanging as we both glance at the empty waiting car.
“I’m thinking I’d like to have some fun tonight.”
“Thank fuck.”
The doors shut behind us, and he keeps quiet. Not trying to fill what should be an awkward silence with useless banter. Maybe because it’s not awkward. Tense might be more apt for what’s zapping between us. The best kind. The kinetic kind you feel tingling up your spine while it surrounds you in a hazy mist.
The moment the elevator ascends, his hand releases mine, favoring my waist instead as he tugs my back to his chest. My head drops back, falling to the space just beneath his chin. A perfect fit. Firm lips press into the back of my hair, and I smile to myself, knowing he can’t see it.
A contented hum vibrates my chest just as I spin around in his arms, surprising us both with my bold move. My fingers climb up his jaw, cupping his face and drawing him down until our lips crash together. This is no tentative sample first kiss. No gentle brushing of our lips to test if there’s a spark.
This is gasoline on a forest fire.
The moment our mouths meet, we combust. Hands in hair, lips moving, bodies pressing. It’s messy and hot and completely uninhibited.
Beyond sexy. Utterly unexpected.
Balling up the fabric of his shirt, I clench it in my fist so I don’t rip it from his body right here in the elevator. Before I’ve even had a full taste of his tongue, he sinks his teeth into my bottom lip, dragging it out and sucking on it.
“God, that’s insanely good,” he groans.
I release another hum, this one huskier, needier as I press deeper, right into his hard length. The hand around my waist draws me in closer, flush against his chest, his other hand snaking up my spine to thread through my hair. My soft breasts squish against him, my pelvis rolling ever so slightly, desperate for friction where I ache the most.
Lips part on a gasp of air before he immediately dives back in, greedy for more of this kiss, and just as my tongue slides against his once more, the elevator dings, and we jump apart like two teenagers caught by their parents only to realize we’ve reached my floor.
I’m so turned on right now, I could die. I’m high on this man. Don’t know how any of this happened, but it did. That was the best make-out session I’ve ever had, and it lasted all of thirty seconds. We have this moment. Tonight. That’s all there is to this, but I’m already feeling greedy over it, wanting time to slow so I can savor every single second of what I know is yet to come for as long as possible.
“My room is just down the hall,” I tell him.
Luca glances up and frowns, dismayed by how long this hall is. I get it. We’re talking miles. It’ll take decades for us to reach my room, and we’re just too damn impatient. Reaching down, he slides a hand across my ass and lifts me. I yelp, caught off guard, my hands gripping his shoulders, afraid he’ll drop me.
“Don’t worry. You’re not going anywhere until I let you.” His mouth fuses to mine once more, his tongue slipping inside. Tilting my head, I deepen it, and wow, it’s even better. “Hang on,” he breathes against me.
“What?” squawks past my lips just as he takes off at a full sprint down the hall. A startled scream quickly turns into an airy laugh as I bounce against him, clinging to him for dear life. “I could have run. You didn’t have to carry me.”
“I like you pressed against me better.”
“Hadn’t thought of that.” I shift closer, my warm, wet mouth trailing a path of open-mouthed kisses along his neck. He shudders, suppressing a groan. “This is me,” I whisper as we approach the second to last door on the left.
“Key,” he grounds out as my body rocks into his.
“I’ve got it.” I lean back to swipe the plastic keycard along the flat circular panel above the door handle. The lock disengages with a grinding of gears and then I open it, hopping out of his arms at the same time. The door shuts with a heavy click behind us and suddenly, we’re alone in my dark hotel room with nothing but our breaths between us. “Do you… um… want something to drink?”
He shakes his head, taking a step and placing his hand on my hip. He leaves it there, almost as if he’s waiting for me to make the next move.
“Say something,” I command softly, sinking my teeth into my lip, suddenly nervous now that we’re here.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs. I blow out a breathy laugh, ready to retort with you probably say that to all the girls when he cuts me off with, “You are. It’s not a line. We’re not doing that, remember? You’re beautiful, Elle. A hell of a lot more than that, actually. Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”
I inhale a tremulous breath, hold it for a few beats, then release it slowly, my eyes never wavering from his. “I want you to strip me naked and make me come.”
In the next second, he’s back on me, all over me. His hand in my hair, the other unzipping my dress as his mouth ravages mine. Kissing and sucking, feasting on my tongue before dropping to my neck. My dress slips past my lace-covered breasts, around my stomach, over the slope of my hips, and down my legs. I let it fall, pooling at my feet. Now I’m standing before him in just my bra, panties, and heels.
He scours every inch of me in the darkness, the only light filtering in through curtainless windows. It’s with his gaze still on me that his hands come up, cupping my tits, his thumbs scraping against the lace over my nipples. I moan, my back arching away from the wall he now has me pinned against, thrusting myself deeper into his hands.
I kiss him again, our tongues dancing and swirling, licking and sucking, teasing and tasting. Undoing the clasp in the back, he removes my bra, sneaks a peek at me, then returns to my mouth as his hands knead, pinch, and caress me. I have no clue how long we do this for, probably because his mouth is a journey and a destination I’d love to both explore and live in.
But my body needs his attention, and he must sense this because in the next breath he pulls back and drops to his knees.
My fingers dive through the strands of his thick hair, cupping his head and holding on as he takes one of my peaked nipples into his mouth. He bites down, not hard, but with enough pressure to elicit whimpers and moans from my lips. He switches off, playing with both of my breasts before he trails lower, his mouth and tongue wetting my feverish flesh.
“Luca?” I pant, but it’s a question, and he pauses, glancing up at me with a frown. “Are you… um—”
“Going to eat you out? Yes. I am. I’m dying to, actually. Unless you don’t want me to.”
I shake my head back and forth violently, but it’s not a no. “I’d really like you to.” My voice shudders and quakes, same as my body, because holy Devil’s Night, it’s been so long since someone has done this to me.