Page 186 of Toxic Temptation
The elevator climbs toward the top floor, but I’m only dimly aware of our ascent. All my focus has narrowed to the heat of his mouth, the possessive dig of his hands gripping my waist.
He breaks the kiss to trail his lips down my throat and latch onto the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder. I gasp, my head falling back against the wall.
“Kovan,” I breathe.
“I’ve been thinking about this all night,” he murmurs against my skin. “How you’d taste. How you’d feel. I think I still managed to underestimate it.”
His words send heat gushing through me. I’m about to respond when the elevator dings softly.
We spring apart just as the doors slide open. An elderly couple in formal wear stands waiting—she’s dripping in pearls; he’s wearing a bow tie that looks like it belongs in a museum.
On any other night, I would have smiled politely and made small talk. Instead, I drop my gaze and hurry past them after Kovan, my cheeks burning.
“Oh, God,” I whisper as soon as we’re alone in the hallway. “That was mortifying. They knew exactly what we were doing.”
“They suspected,” Kovan corrects, pulling me against his side. “But they didn’t see anything incriminating. Unless they want to check the security cameras.”
I clap a hand over my mouth. “The security cameras! I completely forgot?—”
“Relax.” He chuckles as he leads me down the plush carpeted hallway. “No one’s going to review footage of an elevator.”
He stops in front of an ornate door marked“Diamond Suite.”I wait for him to pick the lock or jimmy the handle, but instead, he produces a sleek silver keycard.
“You have a key,” I say in confusion.
“Would you look at that?” His grin is infectious.
“You booked a room here?”
“I keep suites at several hotels in the city.” He slides the keycard through the reader. “They tend to come in handy. Now more than ever, I’d say.”
The door clicks open, and he pulls me inside. The suite is gorgeous—rich fabrics and antique furniture as far as the eye can see—but I barely register the details. My attention is consumed entirely by the man in front of me as he shrugs out of his tuxedo jacket.
“Come here,” he orders.
The command sends electricity shooting through my veins. I kick off my heels and cross to him on unsteady legs.
He’s so impossibly tall, so broad and intimidating and beautiful. The white dress shirt stretches across his chest, and I can see the outline of his tattoos beneath the thin fabric.
Without thinking, I drop to my knees in front of him.
His sharp inhale tells me he wasn’t expecting this. Neither was I, honestly. I’ve never particularly enjoyed this aspect of intimacy before. It always felt obligatory rather than desired. To-do lists are not sexy.
But with Kovan, everything is different. I want to taste him, to make him lose control the way he makes me lose control.
My fingers work at his belt desperately. When I free him from the confines of his pants, he’s already hard and ready for me.
I take him into my mouth slowly, savoring the weight of him on my tongue. The groan that rumbles from his chest makes me bold. I experiment with depth and pressure, learning as I go what makes his breathing hitch, what makes his hands tighten in my hair.
“Fuck, baby,” he growls, his hips jerking involuntarily.
I hum around him in satisfaction and take him deeper. The sound he makes in response is almost feral.
Just when I think I’m getting the upper hand, he pulls me back by my hair. I whimper at the loss.
“I wasn’t finished,” I protest, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Trust me—neither am I.” His smile is wicked as he pulls me to my feet. “But if we’re doing this, we’re doing it properly.”
