Page 71 of Big Stick Energy
I hit the button for the top floor, and as soon as the elevator lurches upward, I can’t wait another second. I back her against the wall, one hand braced beside her head, the other sliding around her waist. I dip my head and capture her mouth again, kissing her like a starving man. And Darcy makes a small, desperate sound against my lips that sends a jolt straight to my cock.
This. I’ve been craving this since the moment I read her errant DM. And now we’re really here—my palm skimming down her side, feeling the curve of her waist, the flare of her hip. Reveling in the fact that I can finally touch her the way I need to.
I press closer, pinning her gently to the wall with my hips, unafraid to finally let her feel exactly what she’s been doing to me.
“Eric,” she gasps when we break for air, her hands now tangled in my hair.
“Hmm?” I trail kisses along her jaw, down the column of her throat, breathing in the scent of her perfume mingled with salt air.
“We’re there.”
My head pops up, and I see that the elevator doors are yawning wide open. “Hallelujah.”
With all the gallantry that a desperate man can muster, I steer Darcy out of the elevator and toward the door of her suite. But when we reach the door, Darcy has trouble unzipping a tiny pocket in her sundress, where she’s stashed her key card. And after her second unsuccessful attempt, I realize her hands are shaking.
“Hey.” I catch her hand in mine and kiss her palm. “You solid?”
“Yes,” she says breathily. “Promise.”
“If I do anything you don’t like, just holler. I can be… a lot.”
She looks me dead in the eyes. “I’m counting on that, Captain. If we’re doing this reckless thing, let’s do it right.”
Anddddd now I’m impossibly hard.
“Just as soon as I get the damn door open,” she adds, fishing for her pocket again.
But I’m done waiting. So I catch her with one arm under her ass and scoop her up into the air. She lets out a little squeak of surprise. But I’m already aiming the pocket of her dress at the door scanner.
Beep!We’re in.
“Damn,” she says as I storm into the room and deposit her onto the ottoman. She looks up at me, slightly stunned. “Good hustle, Captain.”
I strip off my shirt and kick off my shoes. “That dress is nice, but it would look even better on the floor. Just saying.”
My words are a little brusque. But Darcy doesn’t back down from the challenge. Her hands fly back, and I hear the sweet sound of a zipper lowering just for me. “Is this what you want?” she asks, lowering the dress to reveal a lacy, almost inconsequential strapless bra.
“Hell yes. Wow.” I almost swallow my tongue as I take in the sight of her dusky nipples peeping from behind pink lace. “Fuck.”
My babbling makes her eyes widen slightly. But I can’t seem to control my reaction to her anymore. So I kneel down in front of the ottoman. “Keep going,” I urge, leaning in to kiss her shoulder. And then her collarbone. “There are so many things I need to know about you.”
“Like w-what?” She shivers at my next kiss.
“Do you blush easily?” I ask, kissing her neck.
She tilts her head to give me better access. “You know I do.”
“Everywhere?” I ask. “I’m going to make you blush all over.”Just the idea makes my cock twitch. “And then there’s your red hair…” I mumble, kissing her throat. “I’ve wondered if…”
“Yeah?” she asks before I can even finish the thought. We’re racing along here, like my car. Zero to sixty in five seconds. She’s lying back now, no hesitation.
“Oh yeah.” My voice drops another register as her fingertips brush across my shoulders. “Ever since you sent me that damn text…” I move over her, kissing my way across her chest, pausing to rub my lips over the lacy bra cups. “You’re so fucking pretty.”
She gasps when I tongue her nipple through the lace. I play with her, pebbling her nipples with my thumbs and my tongue, until her breath stutters again. Every reaction cranks me higher. I kiss a trail down her tummy and tug the fabric of the dress down over her hips.
More pink lace comes into view, and I hiss.Fuck.The hottest little V of auburn hair peeps through the lace, making me groan. “Oh yeah. Thank you, Jesus.” I chuck the dress across the room and grasp both of her knees. I part them handily and lean in to brush a kiss across her lace-covered mons.
“Eric,” she gasps, and the muscles in her legs clench needily.
