God knows, I could use some sisterly advice right now.
A set of doors opens as we approach the elevator hall.
Gage extends a hand, inviting me in.
I enter and position myself against the wall.
He presses the button to my floor and comes to stand next to me.
The doors close.
We’re alone.
My eyes are glued on the dashboard as if it’s the most fascinating thing in the world.
Am I going to let him have his wicked way with me?
The higher the elevator rises, the more I’m a jumble of nerves.
Breathe.
“I know I can be a little intimidating, but do I make you that nervous?”
A little intimidating?
More like a lot.
“I’m not nervous.” My voice croaks, stressing the obvious lie.
He pushes off the wall and comes to stand in front of me.
He cups my face in between his large hands and leans into me.
I breathe him in. The expensive scent of his cologne. The warmth of his skin. The mesmerizing green eyes studying me from behind those long lashes.
A slow roll of heat eases its way through me like the warmth of a summer breeze. Goosebumps prickle along my arms.
Will my body ever stop reacting to this man’s touch or proximity?
“Liar, liar,” he says. “Your nervous energy is going to screw up the electrical wiring and cause this elevator to stop.”
“Okay, I’m a little nervous.” My heart is beating in my throat.
He brushes his lips along the underside of my jaw. “Let me help.”
His mouth comes down on mine, hard and hungry. The contact is potent. When my hand travels along his arm and grips the hair at his nape, he lets out a string of curses.
If I thought he was kissing me before, now he’s ravishing my mouth.
The scorching hot kiss sends shockwaves coursing through my system.
We’re fused together so close, I’m certain he can hear the erratic beating of my heart.
My nipples scratch against the inside of my bra, wishing they were pressed against his bare chest. My pussy pulsates so hard, I swear I’m doing Kegel exercises.
This man is turning me into someone I don’t even recognize.
He pulls away from me for a shuddering breath.