Page 48 of Phoenix

He’s letting me know he wants me too.

The drive back to the hotel seems to take forever. We catch every red light known to man, even in the middle of the night. The universe wants to give me too much time to overthink this.

He brings my hand to his lips and presses a kiss to the top as the car finally rolls to a stop.

We climb out of the car and walk through the deserted lobby to the elevators.

When we step onto the elevator car, and the doors slide shut, all the sexual tension comes rushing back.

“Holy fuck,” I whisper under my breath.

“I know. I feel it too,” he says.

I swallow a large gulp when he steps closer.

“Nora. If you don’t want this, say so now, because once we step inside of that hotel room, and I get my hands on you, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.”

I step back until I hit the wall behind me, and he cages me in with one hand on either side of my head.

I lick my lips and place my hand on his chest over his pounding heart, then give him the confirmation he needs.

“Kiss me.”

I see a hint of a smile on his lips before he dives in, capturing another taste of my lips.

With each ding of the elevator as we rise toward our floor, he kisses another part of my body.

Ding.

My lips.

Ding.

My chin.

Ding.

My neck.

Ding.

My chest.

I’ll be like Pavlov’s dogs by the time this is over. Instantly wet at the sound of an elevator bell.

I glide my hands down his body to grip his belt, holding him to me. My fingers tickle their way down until I can cup his hardness through his jeans.

“Christ,” he huffs. “I’m so hard it hurts.”

“I can feel that.” I smile, giving it a squeeze.

The elevator bounces to a stop, signaling we have reached our floor. He takes my hand and essentially drags me down the hall.

His excitement is heady, sexy, and it’s sending a rush of adrenaline through me.

Holy hell. I’m going to have sex with Case Carmichael.

“You’re lucky I don’t have my handcuffs with me,” he says.

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