Page 28 of Hot in the City
Declan thought he knew the plan now. Pretend to be Santas, blend in. It was just ridiculous enough that it might work, at least at three o'clock in the morning on Christmas Eve.
Brian moved with relative grace for a man who had a naturally Santa-esque frame, moving to push Declan and Yuki into line in front of him. They soon caught up to the rest of the staggering Santas, halfway across the foyer, now singing a rousing rendition of Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer.
They simply joined in singing, formed a conga line and headed across the large open plan space. Yuki ducked behind Declan, half giggling, half humming. When they were near the elevator, Brian turned and gave Declan the thumbs up.
Declan dashed to the right, holding Yuki's hand, pulling her with him round the corner to the elevator in a cul-de-sac. He slammed his hand onto the Up button.
In the distance, he heard Brian give a hearty "Ho, ho, ho!", no doubt distracting the manager on the Reception desk.
Declan and Yuki looked into each other's eyes and broke into silent laughter. The elevator car came, and they hopped aboard. No kissing, no touching, Declan was a good boy and kept a polite distance from Yuki at all times. But the tension between them was an invisible force, keeping their eyes on each other. Connected.
Yuki waited, hopping from foot to foot in her heels, as Declan scanned his key card on the electronic lock on the door to the Executive Suite on the twenty fifth floor. The door clicked open, and then they were inside.
The suite’s lights clicked on now, only a hazy golden glow from the lamp by the bed and a crack of light from the bathroom. It was a gorgeous room, probably as big as her whole apartment. Silver grey walls and black and white silk bedding said luxury, in a rich-people understated way. But there was a modern crystal chandelier, sparkling in the low light, which set the whole thing off in her humble opinion.
She didn't want to waste any more time. Declan was just ahead of her, tossing his wallet and keys on the wooden side table. He still wearing his Santa jacket. She tugged on his fur-trimmed sleeve, so he turned to face her. Then he grabbed his jacket by the lapels and pulled him closer. She ran her hands over his biceps, stroking him. Then she was trying to get the jacket off, fiddling with Velcro tabs.
Declan huffed out a breath on a half laugh. "Woah, what's the rush?"
Yuki blinked at him. "Are you freaking kidding me? Kiss me already, you great Irish fool."
He grabbed her waist as he chuckled, deep and throaty. "As you wish."
He pressed his lips down upon hers, like she was the rain and he was a parched man in the desert. She squeaked out of the corner of her mouth as he licked across her lower lip, then bit it, gently. Yuki kissed him back, melting into him, closing her eyes against the rush of heat, the ache taking over her body.
She didn't want to rely on her legs to hold her upright, so she jumped on him. It was only logical. He caught her, wrapped her legs around his back and held her there, grinding against her in such a way...she knew he wanted her. And she needed him. Now.
Yuki groaned, breaking their kiss. "Oh my gawwwwd...quick! Take your clothes off."
"Alright, alright." He laughed again, and she felt the reverberation of it under her hands.
She was unbuttoning his shirt, with fumbling, shaking hands. And they were moving. Declan had spun them around and was walking them towards the bed. A second later he let her go and plopped her down on the bed like a sack of potatoes.
"Hey!"
But then she raised her eyes and saw what he was doing. He yanked off his red jacket and pulled his shirt straight over his head, muscles in his stomach and chest tensing and flexing with the action. His hair stood up, waves all gorgeous and messy. He was beautiful. Not thin, built with slabs of corded muscles, dusted in dark hair. A small black tattoo, a Celtic design on his bicep, had her salivating. She wanted to taste his skin, all over. His eyes were wild as he stared down at her.
She ripped off her Santa hat and shook out her hair, then got rid of her own red jacket, tossing it on the floor. Yuki kept her eyes on Declan, as her pulse thudded in her ears, and between her legs. With a quick move, her silver sheath dress was unzipped and she shimmied it down and off. It slithered off her legs, leaving her in nothing but her black silky bra and underwear.
"Oh, Miss Yuki. Look at you. So gorgeous." He popped open the button on his jeans, and she bit her lip. He toed off his sneakers, kicked them away, then tugged down his jeans. She breathed out at the sight of him, wearing only black boxers.
He came to her, climbing onto the edge of the bed beside her. The first thing he did, literally first, was lean down and kiss her belly button. A flick of his tongue there had her gasping. He ran one big hand down over her underwear, stroking her.
He looked up at her, his eyes in shadow. He pulled aside the fabric and touched her, making her squirm. "Do you want me to kiss you here?"
She leaned back on her elbows, watching him. "Yes, but later. Come here."
He crawled up her body until he lay partly on top of her, still it was an awkward shuffle until he was pressed fully against her. She kissed his chest, the base of his throat, nuzzling there until he groaned and slid the strap of her bra down one shoulder.
Declan pulled down the silk fabric so her breast was exposed, and then his mouth was on her flesh, kissing and sucking her sensitive nipple. In two seconds flat, she had wriggled her bra off and he was kissing her other breast, cupping it with his big hand, teasing her. She was so on edge already, she was panting, the feeling was so intense.
Pressing his lips to her throat, he murmured, "Yuki, I want you."
She nodded, catching her breath. "Me too. Do you have protection?"
He placed a sweet kiss on her cheek. "Wait here, don't move." He climbed off her, dashed over to the table where he'd left his wallet and then he was back again.
Back on the bed, he sat beside her, and she propped herself on her side, watching him. His boxers came off, then the hard length of him sprang up, straining almost against his flat stomach. She swallowed, hard, as he tore open the condom wrapper in his hand, and rolled it over himself in a fluid motion.
