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Her hips bucked against mine as the tip of my cock pushed into the damp spot on her cotton bikini briefs. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold back. Her hands tunneled through my hair. My glasses bumped against her nose as she tilted her head and attacked my mouth from a new angle. I’d figured her for an uptight, repressed bookworm who got off on flowery prose and the Oxford comma. Thank fuck I’d been wrong.
She lifted her other leg and wrapped it around my waist, crossing her ankles behind my back and pressing up against my crotch, sliding up and down. The friction had me about ready to shatter. My hips automatically bucked against hers.
“Look what you do to me, Faith.”
She pulled her hair away from her face and met my gaze with heavy-lidded eyes.
“You sure you want this?” I asked.
Faith’s head tipped forward, a slight nod of agreement. “Yeah, but let’s hurry.”
I drew back, breaking contact, and reached into my bag.
CHAPTER 16
Faith
I watchedas Dante pulled a condom from his wallet. I was really doing this. The thought sent a thrill of anticipation from my core, down past weak knees, ending at the tip of my toes. He stood and ripped open the packet. The dim light of the elevator cast a golden glow over his frame, highlighting his broad shoulders, defined pecs, ridged six-pack, and tapered waist. My gaze followed his hands as he unrolled the circle of latex. Why was he taking so long?
In an effort to speed things up, I slid my panties down my legs and kicked them onto the discarded jeans. Rough hands gripped my waist. Dante’s lips played against the curve of my jaw. His hips pushed into mine, and my bare ass smacked against the cold metal wall.
His lips nipped at the sensitive skin behind my ear, sending a shiver racing across my pebbled skin. I grabbed onto his shoulders, drawing him closer. A sense of urgency battled with my need to slow it down and savor each sensation. I’d need to be able to recall the details later. That was the whole reason I’d propositioned him in the first place—for research.
I closed my eyes, and the scruff of his whiskered cheek scraped against my collarbone. His head dipped lower, and he sucked the front of my bra, teasing my nipple into a peak, even through the thin fabric. The musky male scent of him enveloped me. I breathed it in, greedy, ready for whatever he had in mind.
His erection nudged into my abdomen. Eager to satisfy the need swelling inside me, I tried to compensate for our difference in height by pressing to my tiptoes.
“Not like that.” His voice rasped; the grit in his tone making my toes curl. “Turn around. Grab onto the rail.”
I spun around, compliant for a change. As my hands closed around the cool metal rail, he gripped my waist, pulling me toward him, stretching me backward. My breath caught in my throat as my gaze slid to the floor. His jeans pooled around his ankles. He nudged my feet farther apart. The sight of his bare legs so close to my backside made my legs quiver. He adjusted himself, and I felt him slide between my legs.
I leaned into him as his tip entered me. More, I need more.
His grip on my waist tightened. “Damn, you feel so good.”
I bit my lip and rocked back, letting him bury himself inside me.
He pulled out, then slowly entered me again. The fullness of him inside me made me desperate to move. I increased the pace, ready to ride the wave as it surged and came close to cresting. His hand moved around to tease me where I craved his touch the most.
Pure pleasure rippled through me. He shifted, and I lost my momentum. My hands scrambled to press against the walls, propelling me back against him. A hot exhale warmed my ear. I tried to turn, needing him closer, frantic for the feel of his mouth on mine. His arm closed around my waist, and my hand shot out, slamming against the elevator panel. The elevator lurched.
“Fuck!” Dante’s fingers fumbled with the button. The elevator stopped again.
Desperate for release, I focused on the feel of his finger as he stroked me to a climax. My body stalled, and for a glorious second, I hung, suspended in bliss. The strong arm around my waist held me up as my body shattered into pieces.
Dante grunted, pulled back one more time, and then let out a long, low groan as he reached his own release.
We stood still for several moments, his breath rushing across the expanse of my bare back, my clammy hands grasping the railing.
“You okay?” Dante asked, the gravel gone from his voice.
“Yeah, I, uh, wow.” Not trusting myself to stand on my own yet, I waited for him to be the one to let go first.
“That was hot.” His hand ran over my ribs, tracing the swirls of ink decorating the base of my spine. He gently pulled out and released me from his grasp.
I looked away as he dealt with the condom, then stepped into my underwear and jeans. “Where’s my shirt?”
By the time I’d located my t-shirt, Dante had buttoned his pants and pulled on his shirt.
