Page 51 of A Rancher's Bride
“What?” His voice—gravel and lust and steely self-control.
The elevator door opened, and he dragged her in, using his wristband to access the button for their floor.
Instead of answering she looked up, checking the corners of the elevator.
A trace of amusement broke in. “I’m pretty sure they have security cameras in here.”
She twisted toward him. “Then I suppose I shouldn’t start a scandal by using this.”
She inched her hand upward far enough to expose the corner of the condom.
He closed his eyes and let out a long, slow breath, broad shoulders flexing, fingers clenched tight at his side. “Don’t tempt me.”
“I’m not doing anything,” she claimed.
Luke stepped against her, scooping her against his body. “You’re you. That’s enough to tempt a saint.”
Screw decorum. Kelli wrapped herself around him, thrusting her fingers into his hair to drag their lips together.
Or that was her plan. He met her more than halfway, kissing her hungrily. His fingers squeezed her ass tightly. His tongue battled with hers, driving her so wild with lust she didn’t notice the elevator doors opening.
They had to have opened, though, because suddenly they were in the hallway, and she was being pressed against the nearest wall, the thick length of Luke’s erection grinding against her clit through the thin layers of their swimsuits. Her breasts crushed against him, and it was good, but it wasn’t nearly enough.
It was all him.Lukekissing her, consuming her. Making her head spin. Pulling back far enough to carry her a little farther down the wall before he’d lose control, pivot on the spot, and seal her against the closest vertical surface.
The third time he did it, there was finally wood at her back instead of drywall. Kelli stretched her arm blindly downward, desperately twisting her wristband in front of the security lock as his teeth sank into her neck.
A beep sounded, and he shoved at the door handle. The doorframe shifted at her back then he was two steps into the room and she couldn’t wait any longer.
She pushed frantically at his robe, shoving the material aside even as he was doing the same to her.
Fabric fell to the floor, his hands going for her bikini top. She caught the top of his board shorts and dragged them down his thighs. His cock sprang free, and she reached—
“Damn.” Kelli whirled back, grabbing her robe at the same moment Luke caught the top of her bikini shorts and stripped them off.
He picked her up again. She had just enough time to grab the condom from her robe pocket before he stumbled the final distance to their bedroom.
So many possibilities beckoned now that they had a bed and all the privacy they wanted, but the urgency remained. “Right now,” Kelli demanded, holding up the condom.
Temptation flashed in his eyes, but he shook his head. “I need to get you ready—”
Damn the man. The instant he loosened his grip she wiggled free, catching her balance before wrapping her fingers around his girth.
Luke groaned as she dragged her hand upward. “Kelli.”
He had a hand on her breast, squeezing tightly before deliberately easing off.
“Now,” she snapped. “Dammit, Luke. Fuck me already.”
As if a dam had burst, he moved. Crowding her against the wall, pinning her hips in place, he cupped her breasts and put his mouth over her. Sucking and biting as he worked his teeth along her skin and up her neck.
Multitasking somehow because when he lifted her a second later, dragging her left leg over his hip and opening her wide, he already had the condom on.
He rocked his erection between her folds, moisture spreading against her clit as her labia opened. Wrapping around him, getting him wet.
His tongue drove into her mouth with the same rhythm. Mimicking sex, driving her higher.
Luke pulled back far enough to look into her eyes as he lifted her slightly higher. The thick head of his cock slipped a little deeper. Poised now at her opening.
