Page 45 of About Last Night
‘Okay.’ Her voice was firm and true and he felt a surge of joythat her urge to carry this on hadn’t been destroyed by the coitus interruptus.
‘Can I have my knickers back?’ she asked breathily.
‘Nope. I’m keeping these,’ he said, stuffing them into his pocket. He had no intention of letting her cover herself up again. He wanted to keep her pressed right up to the cliff-edge of desire, to tease her like she’d been unknowingly teasing him all evening.
There was a pause, then a gentle snort of amusement and he felt the air move as she pulled down her dress.
After quickly doing up his own clothes, he managed to locate the door handle and opened the door, squinting into the bright light of the deserted corridor.
‘The coast’s clear,’ he said, turning back to give her a grin. He felt like a naughty schoolkid.
She looked flushed and dishevelled as she emerged from the darkness. It had to be the sexiest thing he’d ever seen in his life.
His erection pressed hard against his trousers and he pulled his jacket closed and did up the button in the hope it would go some way to disguising how turned on he was, should they have the misfortune to bump into someone on their way out.
He had to get them out of there, right now.
Grabbing her hand, he led her down the corridor and straight through the lobby and out into the cool night air, holding up a hand to stop a passing cab, which mercifully screeched to a halt for them.
It was meant to be.
Once they’d clambered into the cab and he’d given the driver his address, he pulled her hard against him, drawing her legs over his and sliding a hand between her thighs to find the naked damp heat of her again. He kissed her hard, his tongue exploring every delicious inch of her mouth while his fingers probed and slidinside her, intent on taking her right back to the edge of madness they’d achieved in the broom cupboard.
A hot and maddening ten minutes later they pulled up outside the entrance to his apartment and he passed the driver twenty pounds, and not waiting for change, pulled her out of the cab with him. He noticed with glee how she struggled to pull down her dress and gave him a look of pure filthy longing as she righted herself on her heels.
‘Come on,’ he said, grasping her hand and leading her into the lobby of his building.
Taking one look at her in her tight dress and heels, he scooped her up into his arms and mounted the stairs.
She squeaked in protest.
‘Can’t wait,’ he muttered, taking two stairs at a time in his hurry.
After somehow managing to get the door open with trembling hands, he pushed her inside his apartment and kissed her again, pressing her against the wall behind them.
Their movements were frantic now as they pulled off their shoes and he tore the shirt away from his body.
‘Where are your condoms?’ she asked breathlessly.
‘Bedroom. In the mezzanine.’
She broke away from him and walked quickly towards it, but he wasn’t finished kissing her yet.
Catching hold of her arm, he spun her around and brought his mouth down onto hers again, walking her backwards towards the spiral staircase as he did so. He grasped the hem of her dress and slid it up her body, pausing while she reached round to undo a zip at one side of it so he was free to pull it over her head, leaving her totally naked.
They reached the staircase and he kissed her again, guiding her backwards onto the first step, then up another and anotheruntil they were halfway up, the exposed heat of her bleeding into him in tormenting waves.
‘It’s no good,’ he said, breaking the kiss, ‘I have to get my mouth on that amazing body of yours right now.’
She let out an approving moan and perched her behind on one of the steps, her body giving a shiver. ‘Cold,’ she muttered, but it didn’t stop her from leaning further back, giving him the access he craved.
Dropping his head, he kissed down her body, teasing his lips and tongue over her breasts, nipping at the hard peaks of her nipples, then down her stomach to his ultimate goal between her spread thighs.
She groaned with pleasure, her breath coming out in short pants as he pulsed his tongue against her there and she arched her back, raising her hips to press harder against him. He slid his fingers easily into her again, delighting in her wild arousal as she let out a small whimper of need.
‘Tristan—’
He knew what she wanted. He wanted it too.
