Page 22 of Crave
Chapter Eight
Bryn Christmas
Brent arranged to have room service bring our dinner and another bottle of wine to my suite. Being the perfect gentleman that he was, Jamison carried my briefcase and slung my purse over his shoulder as we walked to the elevator. I’d never had a guy carry my purse. The very small, considerate gesture made me feel taken care of in a gentler way. My heart loved it. I liked him. I could no longer ignore that fact.
With Jamison standing so close to my backside, I could feel the heat coming off him. He reached around me to push the elevator button. The doors opened, and my head maintained the wooziness as, with his strong fingers cradling my waist, we stepped inside.
“The sixth floor?” he asked, his breath warming the back of my neck and his voice thickened by lust.
I swallowed. Unable to speak, I nodded. My body remained caught in suspense as I kept my eyes on the floor. I heard Jamison pressing the button and the briefcase hitting the linoleum. His hands seized my hips and guided me against all the firm parts of him. I stifled a gasp, tossing my head back against his broad chest. All my defenses and inhibitions were so distant it was as if they’d never existed.
“Yeah, dude, that was gnarly,” a guy said followed by the sound of the doors reopening.
Regaining a little bit of my willpower, I turned to face Jamison. Our melded gazes didn’t allow me to be cordial to our new arrivals. The longer I looked at Jamison, the more euphoric I felt. Then he trailed a finger down the side of my face. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back to drink in the sensations.
“Yeah, the powder is pristine.” I could hear the nervousness in the second voice.
“Right… yeah.” The first guy sounded just as anxious.
Unfortunately, they’d walked in on a heated moment that couldn’t be extinguished. I was certain our raw sexual desire for each other thickened the air. The elevator remained silent. My heart pounded, and fluttering sensations ignited in my belly. The elevator dinged. The doors slid open, and the people who were enclosed with us were out in a flash.
We only had one more floor to go. Jamison tugged me against his rock-hard body, and then his warm, delicious tongue was rounding mine. We breathed heavily against each other’s mouths as our kissing turned more intense. I ran my fingers through his neat but windswept hair, and he did the same with mine.
“You’re so…” Our greedy kissing wouldn’t let him finish whatever he was going to say.
His stiff chest and cock against me and his strong arms wrapping around me made me want to burst into flames. It had been so long since I’d been that close to a man that I’d forgotten what unadulterated sexual desire felt like. Not even the louddingcould bring me back to my senses.
Jamison ended our kiss by dragging my lower lip between his teeth and then whispered, “Let’s go.”
I fell fully under his spell when he picked up my briefcase and took my hand, our fingers interlaced. There was nothing left to say, no small talk to be had. I knew what came next. I let myself glance down at his package just to make sure I was right about my assumption.Holy shit. Jamison’s crotch was so swollen. I was so wet. There was no turning back.
We made it to the door of my suite, and Jamison handed me my purse. “The key,” he said without lessening his deep and prolonged eye contact.
Gosh, he is so sexy.I hated looking away, but I had to so that I could fumble my keycard out of my wallet with shaky fingers. I almost lost it when Jamison pressed himself against me, laying soft, wet kisses on the side of my neck. My knees felt weak as the door beeped. He reached around me to turn the knob.
Unable to control my desire, I rotated to face him. Our lips mashed against each other. Next, tongues. My fingers tousled his hair. He bunched up my hair, pressing my mouth harder against his. Panting, tasting, Jamison lifted my feet off the ground. The door slammed closed.
We’re inside.
Clink.
Clomp.
Heavy breathing.
Smacking.
His tongue swirling around mine.
Suction.
My back hitting the sofa.
His heaviness on top of me.
His cock rubbing against my pussy, letting me know what it craves.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
