Page 25 of Dr. Do-Right
“Huh…?” Had I forgotten how to speak English? Was my brain melting in a puddle of wanton lust? I stepped closer the second he slid away to the corner of the elevator. If it weren’t for the hand he raised between us, I would have already jumped him.
Mal cleared his throat, gaze raking down my dress. “One-six-five-zero. I live in the penthouse. You need a code to get in. Can you remember that?” He dragged his eyes away from me with visible effort, keying the code into the pad and pressing the P button. My stomach lurched as the car rose.
“I won’t remember that.” I was too busy mentally licking his throat. My feet, without any direction from my brain, stepped closer. My gold heels clicked on the elevator tile.
“You should stay over there, Kitten.” Even as he said it, the hand he held between us flexed, reaching for me, grasping,as if his body was no longer under his control, either. His fingers were hot, nearly scorching. Or maybe that was just the insane attraction between us, fizzing on our skin like a chemical reaction. We were going to be explosive.
“I don’t want to stay over here anymore.”
“Then don’t.” He pulled me closer. The lapels of his jacket slid against my chest. He was wearing too many layers. My fingers slipped inside, smoothing over the starched fabric of his shirt. His heart was beating as quickly as mine.
“You’re very agreeable.” My hand worked lower, undoing the buttons of his jacket. Peeling away at least one of those layers.
“I’m weak. Anything you want, Rija. Anything.” His head ducked down closer, breath blowing the loose curls at my shoulders.
As the elevator chimed and he backed me out of it, all I could see were his onyx eyes gleaming in the dim light of the apartment. I didn’t pause to look at the room around me, the floor, his new place.
He was sucking up all my attention. All my oxygen, even. I barely had time to draw in a gasp when my shoulder blades came up against a wall.
And then Malachi Dobrev was kissing me the way I’d wanted him to for months. Years, even. He didn’t go slowly. At the first brush, his lips ravished mine, tongue demanding entrance into my mouth. He groaned when I granted it. The first taste of him on my lips nearly buckled my knees.
Malachi. Malachi. Malachi.His name was a chant in my head. The only thing my poor, delirious synapses and brain cells could hold on to while every brush of his mouth reverberated throughout my body.
“Christ, Rija,” he cursed into my mouth, his gratuitous, satisfied moan like fresh air in my lungs. We’d both been waiting for this for too long. We fell on each other like we were ravenous.My fingers speared into his hair, gripped his jaw. He tilted for me as he pulled my hips closer, slanting more of his mouth across mine. His tongue thrust harder inside, lapping.
I arched, and we both groaned at the feel of my breasts pressing against his chest. He was so hard, muscled everywhere that I was soft and pliant. A perfect fit, like I’d always known we’d be.
“I need…” He grunted, pulling the strap of my dress down, the loose fabric gave way easily to his onslaught. His breath caught when my breast spilled free. He stared, as enchanted as I was at the sight of his palm cupping the soft weight. His fingers were dark against my pale skin. Callouses rasped against the sensitive mound.
“Mal, please,” I whimpered. My fingers closed around his, lifting, offering. Needing. How many nights had I laid awake thinking about his hands on my breasts? His mouth?
His breath caught while he lunged down to suck the hardened nub into his mouth, as if I’d said the thought out loud. The hot, sweet pull of his lips speared pure pleasure through me, sending heat straight between my legs, making me cry out.
He moaned at the sound, pulling away and looking at me with wild, crazed eyes. His pupils were blown, mouth open to suck down heaving breaths before he was on me again. Lips on lips, so perfect and hot andrightthat I nearly cried out again.
“Fuck.”
I’d hardly registered his curse before his palm wrapped around the back of my thighs and suddenly I was airborne.
“Fuck!” I repeated, the squeaking peel of my voice a ridiculous contrast to his low growl. My arms looped around his neck as he pounded, purposeful, down the hall.
I caught a brief glimpse of a massive living room, boxes and furniture strewn around. The blown glass pendent lights overthe kitchen island were on, casting a warm, orangey glow over the place.
“That’s the idea, yes.” His fingers clenched on my ass, supporting me with one arm while he tore at his shirt buttons with the other. It was a breathtaking show of coordination, not to mention strength. I was happy with my body but…I wasn’t exactly hitting up the guest room/pilates studio on a daily basis.
“Mal, you’re going to drop me.” White walls sped by in my periphery on one side, the twinkling lights of Chicago on the other. How big was this place? He ducked through a doorway.
“Yes,” he agreed again. And then I was free-falling, reeling for the half-second it took for my back to hit the mattress. By the time I’d scrambled to my elbows, Mal’s shirt was off and he was working on his pants. “Get naked, Kitten. Now. Please.”
His “please” was an afterthought, squeezed out on the tail end of his rushed, desperate words. It made me grin, even as I reached back towards my zipper with trembling hands. This was happening, this was happening, right now. I wasin his bedroomand this was happening.
The zipper slid down. I yanked the straps down my shoulders and stood.
His hands stilled on his own clothes, eyes blazing. As the dress slid down my body, collapsing in a fall of red silk to pile at my feet on the wood floor, his eyes snapped across my skin. Neck, breasts, stomach, thighs.
Then his hands were on me, hauling me to him. We both gasped. The feel of his body against mine was overwhelming. After so long merely imagining what he’d feel like against me, the reality was almost more than I could handle.
Heat swept through me, following wherever his hands roamed. He was rough and reverent at the same time. The contrast was yet another detail that overloaded my brain. I knewhe could be sweet. I knew he could be rough. I hadn’t realized he could be both at the same time.
