Page 67 of Masked Secrets
“I love you too,” I say, throwing my arms around his neck and kissing him with abandon.
He murmurs, “Should I restart the elevator or show you just what you mean to me here?”
I laugh, “You mean you’re responsible for us being stuck again?”
“I didn’t want to scare you, but I wanted alone time with you. This is how we met. It seemed appropriate,” he says sheepishly.
“Fortunately, elevators seem okay now as long as you’re here. Who knew you were such a romantic? I suspect there are cameras watching us, so let’s go back to your suite.”
“Like I said before, your wish is my command.”
When the elevator doors open,Stuart picks me up and briskly carries me to his suite. Clearly, his enthusiasm matches mine.
Inside, he gently places me on the side of his bed. As I start to remove my shirt, he stops me. “We need to slow things down. I don’t plan for this time to be as quick as before.” He winks.
“I shouldn’t complain, but slow isn’t what I had in mind,” I pout, teasingly.
“Trust me, you won’t regret my plan.”
Something in his face tells me he’s right, so I lean back on my elbows, my eyes focused on him.
I anxiously watch him remove his jacket, meticulously fold it, and gently lay it over a nearby chair. My already pounding desire is growing by the second.
His belt is next. In an achingly slow motion, he pulls it through the loopholes of his trousers with a mischievous smirk on his face. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
Placing the belt on top of his jacket, he sits in the chair, resting his right foot over his left knee and carefully untying the shoelace.
Damn. It’s getting hot in here.
I’ve never had a guy perform a striptease for me. Who knew it would be such a turn on when he hasn’t even revealed any skin yet.
My eyes stay glued to him as he slips off the shoe, setting it on the floor beside the chair. Now for the other shoe. My patience is beyond thin at this point.
Finally, he starts to peel off his sock, inch by inch. When it’s bunched around his ankle, he sticks his thumb into the back edge and nudges it over his heel. It makes me wonder when he’ll use that thumb on me.
When he begins to neatly roll his sock into a ball, I’ve had it. No more.
I’m not waiting any longer.
Taking charge, I stand up, yank my shirt over my head and toss it on the floor. With a flick of my fingers, my bra followsas I swiftly walk toward him. Without a word, I rip his shirt off, sending buttons flying.
He chuckles, but his eyes are burning with fire as he pulls me against him, murmuring, “I guess you like it faster.”
“You’re bad, and I like it. I need you. Now.”
His lips take mine, and he kisses me like he’ll never let go.
I give as good as I receive as our hands roam, caress, and explore each other. It’s as if we can’t get close enough, but we’re determined to try.
Walking me backward, he stops us when the back of my knees rest against the bed.
Without removing his lips from mine, his hands slip between us. He unfastens the button of my trousers and lowers the zipper. Sliding them down, his mouth follows, trailing kisses in a line from my mouth to the top of my blue lace underwear.
In a husky voice, he commands, “Be a good girl, and sit down for me.”
As I do, he quickly discards his trousers and kneels in front of me wearing only his black boxer briefs. In a flash, he tosses my shoes across the room and sends my trousers to join them.
“Now, lean back and spread those gorgeous thighs for me,” he growls.
