Page 13 of One Night Stand After Another
“Pete bought us condoms?”
He smirked. “Pete is a very useful man.”
“He knows your brand?”
“No, I know my brand, and Pete is a great shopper.”
“Should that make me feel weird?”
“Nope.” Zane grinned. “Because now we have condoms. Are you ready for the two-second tour?”
He waved at the doorman and ushered her into a small but opulent lobby. “I usually take the stairs, but I don’t think you’d enjoy climbing in those shoes as much as I would enjoy watching you.”
They stood in silence, waiting for the elevator. The air hit moisture on her thighs, cooling her. She stared at the doors but felt his gaze on her.
“Cold feet?” he asked.
“This is just a little strange, and I don’t know what to say.”
“Me neither. In fact, I can’t even think because—” The elevator arrived. He stepped inside and tugged her in after him, turning her to face the closing door. “All of the blood in my body is pounding right here.” He pressed his hardness into the softness of her ass.
One night. No danger. She knewexactlywhat to say. “I want you inside me.”
“Thank God.” The elevator door opened.
He kept his arm around her as they walked down the hall to a black door.
Swiftly, he unlocked it.
Inside, the apartment was small and sparsely furnished. He hadn’t been exaggerating. The kitchen took up most of the space. There was an extremely comfortable-looking leather couch with numerous throw pillows, and a giant TV mounted on the wall that faced the kitchen.
To the right, there were two doors, bedroom and bathroom, she assumed.
He lifted his arm and pointed, “Kitchen, couch, bed, bath. Take your pick.”
“Bed.”
But he didn’t rush her, like she’d thought he might after the way he’d literally swept her off her feet and carried her across the dance floor tonight. Instead, he seemed content to watch her walk to his bedroom, although she imagined she could feel his urgent heat against her back.
His hands caressed her hips, stopping her at the door of a pitch-black room. He flicked a switch just inside the door, and she saw why it had been so dark: blackout curtains blocked the windows. A dark-purple comforter adorned the king-size bed. The only other thing in the room was an enormous dresser.
He moved to sit on the bed. “Can I watch you undress?”
She nodded, losing her breath. She didn’t think she could balance well enough to unbuckle her shoes, so she sat beside him and lifted a foot. He took over for her, lighting small fires as he slowly unbuckled her shoe and eased it from her foot. She raised the other, then, and he did the same.
She stood, unwilling to lose contact with him, so she leaned against him as she unbuttoned the neck fastening of her dress, unzipped the side closure, shrugged, and let the dress fall to the floor, leaving her in only her extremely damp panties.
He made a very male noise of satisfaction.
She hooked her hands in her panties then slid them over her hips and down her legs. Now, she stood before him, completely naked. “Is this what you wanted to see?”
He nodded, looking, taking his fill. First at her eyes, and there it was, thatzing, that connection, that ridiculous sense of being where she belonged. Then at her breasts, which he reached to cup with his big, warm hands. Then her waist. His thumb dipped into her belly button, and she hissed.
“Ticklish. Nice,” he said.
Then he was looking at the juncture of her thighs and licking his lips. He pulled her forward. Even though it was incredibly arousing to be totally naked while he was fully and formally dressed and pulling her to his mouth, she caught his shoulders. “I’m pretty sure it’s your turn to undress.”
“Not yet.” He pressed his face to her and breathed in and out with a deep sigh.
