Satisfaction Guaranteed(27)

21





There’s just something about hotels after midnight.

Plus, that Otis dude? The guy who invented elevators? I’d like to award him the Pride of the Brotherhood medal right the fuck now.

Because hotel elevators were made for foreplay.

With the mirrors, sleek chrome, and the rattle and hum, it’s like a prelude to the main attraction.

As soon as the doors whisk shut—hell, as they’re whisking shut—I grab Sloane. I spin her around, press her up against the mirrored wall, and crush her mouth to mine. She grabs at me, her hands in my hair, her nails against my scalp. We’re all heat and urgency, like we both need our fix.

Lust ricochets through my veins as I hike up her leg, hooking it around my hip, grinding against her.

She moans my name and arches her back, her curves fitting perfectly against me.

We reach our floor, panting. We spill out of the elevator and into the hall, and I drape an arm around her shoulder, bringing her close. I can’t stop touching her. My lips want to be in contact with her skin, so I kiss her cheek as we reach the room. I slide the key card against the door and push it open.

Once we’re inside, she’s a tiger. Pouncing at me. Pushing me against the closed door, clawing at my shirt, ripping at my tie. It’s like she’s afraid she’s going to miss something if she slows down.

I’m not looking for a long, lingering seven-course meal, but I’d like our first time to last more than five minutes, and she’s operating at a speed-demon pace.

I grab her wrists. “Hey. Let me look at you.”

She draws a deep breath, almost as if she’s nervous. “Okay.”

I arch a brow. “Are you? Okay?”

She nods several times.

“You’re not okay.”

She presses her palms to my chest. “I’m great. I swear. I want this.”

“Just wanted to make sure.” I dip my face to her neck, pressing a soft kiss to her sweet-smelling skin. She trembles, seeming to come down a notch from predator-on-the-Serengeti level. “You taste so good.” I brush my lips along her neck, up to her ear, nibbling.

She murmurs as I go, and that’s better. This pace is better.

I’m all for a quick screw now and then, but not now. I’ve waited far too long for this moment to rush it. I intend to enjoy every single second.

My hands reach around her back, splaying across her bare skin. “By the way, you can always wear dresses like this. Just in case you were wondering.”

“Glad to know it has your fashion seal of approval.”

“But I’m also damn curious how it looks . . . off.”

She nibbles on her lip. “Take it off, Malone.”

I slide the straps down, and she lets them fall to her waist. Just like that, she’s revealed, and my mouth goes dry. Her breasts are beautiful teardrops, with dusky rose nipples. I would like to spend the night with my face buried between them.

I cup them both, and she stretches against me, murmuring, sighing.

Running my thumbs over her nipples, I feel them harden as I explore her. Her breath comes faster, staggered.

“Ohhhhh.”

That. Sound.

It’s a straight shot of lust. It turns my dick to granite, and it was already imitating rock. “You’re spectacular. Do you have any idea how hard it’s been the last week? How much I’ve wanted you?”

There’s something freeing about telling the woman you want how deeply you crave her. That’s never been the holdup, and because it’s not, I’m going to embrace the chance to tell her.

She shoots out a hand, grabs my tie. “I’m betting it’s as much as I want you.”

I groan, loving her need, craving her want. I slide her dress over her hips as she kicks off her heels. She’s down to nothing but a lacy black G-string, and she’s everything I’ve dreamed she’d be.

She’s strong and toned, but with a softness to her curves too, a femininity that’s siren-like. Her smooth, pale skin is like a beacon to me, and she smells divine. That vanilla smell is her scent, her signature, and it drives me wild.

“As much as I’d love to have up-against-the-wall sex, right now I want you spread out on a bed, woman,” I say, then in one quick move, I hoist her up over my shoulder.

She squeals, pounding her fists playfully against my back. “Malone!”

“Watch out, or I’ll tickle you.” I carry her to the bed as she laughs.

I set her down on the mattress and drink in the luscious sight. “Damn. You nearly naked on a hotel bed. Is this heaven?”

She rests on her elbows, watching me stare at her. “You like what you see?”

I lean over her, run a hand up her bare leg. “I love what I see. Did you think I wouldn’t?”

She shakes her head. “No. I just want you to.”

There are those nerves again. I don’t want her to feel an ounce of them.

I wrap a hand around the back of her head and haul her in for a kiss. “I want you. I want you all to myself. I want you all night.”

A small smile seems to tug at her lips. She likes my answer. “Malone.” She says my name like it’s a cherry rolling around on her tongue. “I’d really like you to get naked.”

Well.