Page 64 of Russian Roulette
A current of electricity passes between us as our eyes meet, then his eyes drop to travel down my body. He doesn’t wait for the doors to completely close before stepping closer and backing me up against the wall. Placing his hands on both sides of my face, he leans over and kisses me. Not a quick, gentle peck on the lips. Instead, he plants one of those blazing hot, panty-dropping kisses on me that can melt a girl from the inside out. My body sways against him, and I forget the simple act of breathing.
His muscled strength thickens the haze of desire fogging my senses. His other hand slips to my breasts in a possessive way that makes me breathless. I draw away after a moment, gasping for breath.
“What are we doing?” I ask.
He doesn’t answer and grabs my lips with his in another hungry kiss with such urgency that our teeth clash. My resistance to him melts. Reaching up, I wrap my arms around the back of his neck and pull him closer.
When my arms slip around his neck, he groans. The deep sound of pleasure from his throat makes my knees almost buckle. He moves into me even closer, pressing my hips against him.
“Can you feel what you do to me?” he mutters. “You’re making me so hard I’m going to explode. When you were eating fries off my lap, I was dying to slide up your dress and fuck you right there on the roof of the limo. In front of the whole goddamn world.”
I open my eyes to stare at him. His eyes mirror back every intense emotion surging through my body.I’m on fire.I can no longer deny how much I desire him.
Resisting Seven is impossible.
Seven slips his hands under my dress and yanks down the silky thong panties with one tug. I step out of them and he cups my ass, lifting me completely off the floor. I frantically try to loosen his expensive tie. After pulling the knot loose, I throw it on the floor of the elevator and go to work on the buttons of his shirt. After unbuttoning half his shirt, I give up on the rest and go straight for his belt buckle. I would love to spread my palms across his muscled chest, but there’s no time for that now.
“We’re wrinkling your expensive suit,” I whisper.
“It’s for a good cause,” he says with a low chuckle. “And don’t worry about your dress. I’ll buy you ten dresses to replace the one you’re wearing. It’s hot as hell on you, but there’s plenty more where this one came from. I’ll buy out the whole fucking store for you. We can ruin a new dress every night.” He braces me against the glass wall of the elevator for support and wraps my legs around his waist. I’m already panting, and ready for him.
Fuck, he’s strong!
I can sense the energy and power coursing through his hands, his muscled arms. I love giving myself over to him completely. All I can do is hold on tight.
“Goddamn!” he groans against my neck. “You’ve driven me insane the past few days. Don’t you dare fucking run out on us again.”
I moan at his words, flinging my head back when he nibbles my earlobe, nipping it sharply with his teeth. Suddenly the elevator dings and lurches to a stop.
“Oh, fuck!” he curses. “Time’s up. Next time I’ll hit the stop button. We’ll continue this inside my place. Here!” He picks up my panties from the floor and tosses them to me.
“Where’s your tie?” I glance around to find it.
Seven is rapidly tucking in his white shirt. “In my pocket,” he replies. The elevator opens at his floor. Taking my hand, he leads me to his door. After sliding his card into the slot, he quickly swings it open and motions for me to walk inside his suite.
“Would you care for a glass of wine first?” he politely asks, reaching past me to switch on a lamp. His eyes meet mine and they lock.
“I don’t want anything except you,” I reply. “Just you.”
“Forget the damn wine!” he mutters harshly, kicking the door shut behind us.
Things go crazy fast.
He scoops me up with his powerful arms and carries me to his bedroom, where he places me gently onto his bed. My breath catches in my throat when he covers my body with his, pressing me back against the pillows. Leaning over, he kisses me hard on the lips with a wild hunger that’s built up the entire night.
I cling to him, burying my fingers in his thick hair and kissing him back. I’m dazed with need, blinded to everything except the heat of his hot skin against mine. Breaking the kiss, he tracks his warm lips down my neck.
“Damn, Jade.” He moves his lips near my ear. “Are you wet for me yet? Because I’m sure as hell rock hard for you.” His hand on my stomach shifts up to caress one breast through the thin fabric of my dress. “This dress has got to go,” he says. Quickly, he tugs the dress up over my head, followed by my bra.
The next thing I register is the cool air settling on my exposed nipple right before Seven’s head swoops down and encloses the hard bud in his mouth. His lips seal around the tip, and he sucks with rough, insistent tugs.
I cry out in pleasure. Nothing has ever felt so fucking amazing.
“Do you like that?” he asks, letting out a low chuckle when I don’t answer. He sucks harder and I gasp.
The heat intensifies when his hands slide up my thighs. “Spread your legs for me,” he commands in a hoarse voice, raising his head to gaze directly into my eyes.
I quickly obey and move my legs apart to give his hands access to my most private places. His fingertips eagerly skim over my mound.
