Infini (Aerial Ethereal #2)(64)

“Erik, Robby, Timofei. All different occasions. I didn’t mean to see them. They were fucking in the living room of their suite, and I wasn’t always alone when I went inside.”

“What did you do?”

“I walked right out.”

I nod. “Smart.”

He starts laughing.

“What?” My smile grows.

Sixteenth floor. “That’s literally the first time I’ve been called smart with zero sarcasm. Thank you, Bay.”

“Anytime.” I smooth my lips together, restraining my smile some.

Nineteenth floor, the elevator almost empties. We’re left with two couples in matching tuxes and shimmery gold gowns.

We go silent, but his eyes practically undress me. I breathe shallowly, and his hand descends to my ass. My body curves towards him, wanting his whole build to press up against me. I imagine the power, the strength and force—and my knees feel weak and my skin bare.

His other hand travels discreetly up my hip. Then he brings me close, pretending to hug me, but really his hand is making a scorching trail up to my chest.

“One,” he whispers against my ear. One: over-the-clothes touching.

He memorized my list.

I feel wet and hot all over. But I’m more rigid than I want to be. “I’m nervous,” I admit in a soft breath.

He draws back, just to study my expression, and I have trouble making direct eye contact. I watch the two couples leave on the twenty-second floor.

The doors close.

We’re alone, and the elevator ascends.

“I’ll take care of you,” he assures me. “You tell me to stop, at any point, and I’ll stop.”

“I don’t want you to stop. I’m just overwhelmed.” I haven’t been this consumed by someone. It’s more than just being physically attracted to each other. It’s knowing him. Loving who he is.

And him loving who I am.

He nods. “Just remember to breathe, and you’ll be fine.”

“Planning to steal my breath away?”

His hands return to my hips as he whispers, “Caught me.”

I grip his button-down. Our bodies aching to meld together, but we wait. And the elevators spring open. Our floor.

Luka walks me backwards. His large hands sear through my dress. We enter the empty carpeted hallway, chandeliers dangling in a long row.

I pop a button of his shirt. His palm runs up the curve of my body, veering to my boobs again. No bra, his thumb skims my hardened nipple, fabric of my dress keeping his skin from my skin.

I quiver from the drawn-out sexual tension, my lips parting in a heady breath. I undo his shirt halfway.

His clutch strengthens on my body, and his left hand descends my hipbone…lower and lower. Reaching the hem of my dress, he pulls the fabric up, just slightly and his hand moves to my bare, inner-thigh.

Oh God. I have to hang onto his biceps, throbbing. I’m throbbing for him to push his cock hard inside of me and pump and pump.

And Luka says, “I’m going to kiss the fuck out of you.”

I almost fall against him, but he has me. Pulls me against his body. Seizes me completely. His hand to the back of my head, he kisses me so passionately that a noise catches my throat. I grasp his neck for support as the kiss drives deeper.

He cups my heat—and I’m so soaked. His fingers skim my panties between my legs. I shudder against him. Where the hell are we?

I’m barely coherent to see.

A hallway.

An empty hallway, thankfully.

I kiss back. Just as hungrily. Our tongues dancing together. My hips arch towards his cock.

“Up,” he says in one breath. He hoists me, my legs wrapping around his waist. One hand on my ass, the other free, he takes out his keycard while we’re lip-locked.

Door open.

He carries me inside and kicks the door closed.

Then Luka sets me on my feet and spins me around, seamlessly pulling my back to his chest.

I catch my breath and digest my new surroundings: a king-sized bed with a wine-red comforter, a sleek dresser with a TV on top, a sultry velvet chaise, and drawn curtains to reveal tinted glass and a view of gleaming sin city.

While I lean against him, Luka kisses the base of my neck, and as he hits a bundle of nerves, a gasp breaches my lips, my hand searches for support. I end up clutching his muscular thigh.

His other palm roams my body, toying with my sensitive nipples. It feels amazing. I’m lit up, and we’re just on number one of my list.

I ache for more. I’m so afraid that we’ll be cut off and interrupted again. Yet, I like each lengthy step, the moment stretched like a taut rubber band, readying to snap into a body-shaking climax.

While my back is right up against his chest, he does something that he knows I love. Luka wraps both of his arms around me. One snakes around my collarbones, the other around my abdomen. His embrace firm and incredibly loving. I’m vulnerable as he clutches me this strongly, but I still have control—and I trust him entirely.

Wholeheartedly.

“Tighter,” I whisper.

He strengthens the force of his hold on me. The muscles of his biceps cut in sharp lines, and my head lolls back while his lips burn hot trails up my neck.

His mouth finds mine, kissing me upside-down, and I feel his smile.

In a short breath, he whispers, “Two.”