Page 102 of Crazy In Love
I pressed her against the wall and dipped down and kissed her hard.
I’d been wanting to do it all day.
I’d thought about her during my meeting this morning, rushing that along so I could go meet her.
Emilia Taylor was consuming me, and this was not a familiar feeling.
But I always trusted my gut, and my gut was telling me to kiss her.
My large hand spread across the side of her neck, loving the way her pulse pounded against my palm.
Her lips parted, inviting me in. My tongue slipped inside, tangling with hers, all desperate and needy.
My dick was pure steel, raging against the zipper of my jeans.
When the doors opened, I did the most unexpected thing. I reached beneath her ass and picked her up as her legs wrapped around my waist. Our mouths never lost contact as I moved us off the elevator and down the hallway to my suite. When we arrived at the door, I pressed her back against the wall, reached in my back pocket for the key, and somehow maneuvered inside without losing contact.
I crossed the space to the bed and dropped her with a whoosh, and she laughed, her dark hair falling around her on the white bedding as her red lips turned up in a sexy smile. She kicked her black boots off and onto the floor.
“Are you hungry?” I asked, because once I had her clothes off, I knew I wouldn’t want to stop.
“I was, but now I’m—distracted.” Her cheeks flushed.
“How about I order us some food, I bury my face between your thighs as an appetizer while we wait, and then we’ll spend the rest of the night naked in bed.” I crossed my arms over my chest, waiting for her to give me the green light.
She smiled, and her dark blue eyes locked with mine. “That sounds like a great evening.”
“Do you eat lobster?” I asked as I dialed the phone, and she nodded.
I placed an order for two lobster tails, a steak that we would share, a couple of salads, and a bottle of wine. I wasted no time. The minute I set the phone down, I moved to the foot of the bed. I tugged her down to the edge, reaching for the button and zipper of her jeans before pulling the denim down her legs and dropping them on the floor. My fingers traced the waistband of her pink lace panties, and her eyes fell shut as her breaths came faster.
From just a touch.
I loved how fucking responsive she was.
“Such pretty pink panties, angel. Did you wear these for me?”
She smiled. “Maybe. I was hoping.”
“Ahhh… were you wanting me to touch you again?” I stroked her over the lace, and she groaned, her hands moving to my hair and urging me closer.
I stepped back, and her eyes flew open. I unbuckled my belt and tugged it off as she watched me.
“Do you trust me?” I asked, and she nodded.
“I’m going to tie your wrists together. Not being able to touch me will magnify how good this feels for you.” I climbed over her, pulling her arms over her head before wrapping the belt around her joined wrists several times. “Keep your hands here.”
Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, and her eyes were wild with desire.
I chuckled as I moved back down to the edge of the bed, dropping to my knees. I tugged her down a bit more and reached for the edge of her panties and tore them from her body. She gasped as I spread her legs wide, burying my face between her thighs.
Licking and sucking as she writhed and moaned.
My tongue slipped inside, gliding in and out.
She bucked wildly beneath me, and her thighs tightened around each side of my head as I moved faster.
I would bring her right to the edge, only to pull back and change the rhythm.
