Goddamn, she’s so fucking beautiful.
I don’t ask permission. Her eyes tell me Idon’tneed to, lustful and hooded as she arches her back, angling her hips to make more direct contact as she grinds herself into me. She may not be asking for anything, but when close, she certainly has no problem doing what she wants.
Dipping my head forward, I glide my tongue over her collarbone, and then higher, over her jaw, making my way to her lips.
“I’vewantedto kiss you all night.” I growl in frustration, pausing about a half an inch from her face. I lift my eyes to hers, waiting on her reaction.
I can feel her breath move over me as she whispers, “Please.”
Once our lips touch, it’s everything in my power not to attack the poor girl. There’s a moment when I want to slam her against the ground and fuck her, but I don’t because that might scare her and I really want this a little longer than a quick fuck in the elevator.
Vaguely aware I’m almost out of time, out of the corner of my eye I can see we’re halfway up and it’s a fuckin’ miracle the door hasn’t opened yet. Apparently not a lot of people are out at three in the morning.
When my lips meet hers, that’s about the extent of the gentleness. I sweep my tongue over the seam of her lips, requesting permission and she grants it right away, parting her lips with a sigh.
The sensation of her tongue meeting mine, the way she gives the smallest of moans into my mouth, my body reacts, and I press her harder against the wall, dragging her over my length like I’m some kind of teenager dry humping his girl when his parents are in the other room.
My tongue swirls with hers and then I catch her bottom lip between mine, sucking softly and then biting down on it with the slightest bit of pressure.
“You taste like apples and onions,” I tell her, smiling. It’s the sweetest combination though, and it only turns me on more.
She smiles, too. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay.” My wild eyes find hers. “I fucking love it.”
“You taste like chocolate.”
“Mmmm,” I hum, capturing her lips once more.
The lights of each floor are flashing beside my head as the elevator makes its way to the fifth floor, a reminder I’ll have her in my room in minutes.
Needing a breath, Mila tosses her head back, breaking the contact our lips make, her body trembling. “Jesus Christ, Caleb.”
Those words go straight to my cock. I can’t wait to have her screaming my name in my bed.
Mila’s hands grip the front of my jacket, fingertips fisting in the fabric, her legs tightening around my waist. My left hand cups her cheek to deepen the kiss, my mouth givingeverythingand then so much more. There’s something between us that had been building since she sat on my lap. Now we’re alive with temptation, we can’t resist any longer.
Parting myself from her, it’s not even a cognizant option. So I continue because honestly, my dick is seconds away from jacking its load in my pants and I want it just as badly as she does.
I’m certainly not going to let myself come here. I need to be inside her first.
Needing a breath, she draws back and stares at me, her pink cheeks evident of the heat between us, wet strands of her hair sticking to the side of her face.
“How many more floors?” she asks between kisses, panting.
Side-eyeing the number on the wall to see how much longer, my hands on her hips, I grip them tighter. Told you it was the slowest fucking elevator of all time. We’re only on the second floor.
“Three,” I say, words flying from my mouth in a rush to make her see I need her so much more than I can convey here.
It’s honestly ridiculous. And kind of embarrassing. Owen would throw up if he saw this and tell me to get my act together.
My mouth makes its way back to hers, unable to stop with the kissing.
She responds, lips moving against mine and I lose myself again, for the briefest of seconds when she pushes back on my shoulders, but I don’t hear anything she’s saying to me. It’s like the words are muffled beneath my need and I’ve lost all aspects of reality around me. All I care about is what’s coursing through my body, and if I break contact, I may not get it back.
I hadn’t noticed until now, but the elevator door had opened at some point and stopped on the fourth floor. Despite this, I keep kissing Mila because I have absolutely no intention of stopping.
“Caleb,” she mumbles, attempting to break the kiss, laughing.