Page 54 of When He Lies
He pulled Simone against him. His lips took hers. His dick was so hard that he hurt, and all he wanted to do was strip her. Lift her up. And plunge into her. Again and again.
Had he ever had sex in an elevator before? No. Did he want to have sex right there, right then? Yes. A thousand times, yes.
She moaned. That little ragged, sweet sound that he loved. Her sweater was soft against him, but her skin was softer. He wanted her naked. He wanted her moaning. He wanted her coming around him.
Simone pulled back. Her breath heaved in and out as she stared up at him. “Tell me that this has nothing to do with your case.”
“It has nothing to do with my case.” In fact, the case was the reason why he should be keeping his hands off her.
But she smiled at him. Her smiles were absolutely bewitching. Every time she flashed one at him, Ryan was convinced that he fell a bit more under her spell.
“Good,” Simone told him. Her hands dropped to the top of his pants. Her fingers stroked him through the fabric, just as she’d done in the restaurant. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
The elevator chimed. The doors began to open.
His hand clamped around her wrist, and he pulled her from the elevator and tugged her down the hallway. Her musical laughter followed him to their suite. He opened the door in record time, briefly pausing to nod toward the guards who lingered in the corridor near the stairwell. As soon as Ryan got her over the threshold and had her safely back in their suite…
He locked the door. Pinned her against the nearest wall. And feasted on her mouth.
She was playing with fire, and the woman didn’t understand. He wasn’t the kind of man you could tease. His desire for her was too strong.
His tongue plunged past her lips, and he greedily drank up her sweetness. She was way better than the wine he’d sampled. And he could not wait to taste her everywhere.
“Such a shame about dessert,” Simone said, voice husky, when he tore his mouth from hers. “Think you can make it up to me?”
His mouth dropped down to her throat. Pressing. Licking. Kissing.
Make it up to her? Hell, yes, he could. He would.
He scooped her into his arms.
“Ryan!” She held on. Tight. “You know, I think you carry me entirely too much.”
Nah. Not possible.
There were two bedrooms in the suite. She’d picked one earlier, when they first arrived. He’d taken the other one. He went into his room now. A room lit only by the small lamp near the bed. Without hesitating, he carried Simone straight for the king-size bed. He lowered her onto the mattress.
Nearly pounced, but caught himself. Instead, Ryan backed up a step. He sucked in a deep breath. One, then another. He tried to clear his head. But she was all he could smell. Her seductive, tempting scent. She was all he could see. Her gorgeous face. Her beautiful body. She was all he wanted.
Naked. Spread on the bed. Taking him in deep.
But…
There were some things that, once done, could never be undone. They were going to be one of those things. “Choose now.”
She pushed onto her elbows. “Choose what?”
“Fuck me or keep it professional.”
Her sexy laughter floated to him. “Do you truly think you and I could ever be professional?”
No, maybe. No.
“I would really like…” Her tongue swiped over her lower lip.
Every muscle in his body locked.
“I’d like for you to finish what you started when you got out of that shower earlier. You know, before a certain doorbell started ringing.”
