All's Fair in Love and Chocolate (Marietta Chocolate Wars #1) - Amy Andrews Page 0,4
they were going to feel locked around his hips and drumming into his ass cheeks when he made her come.
Which he planned on doing as many times as she wanted.
The doors of the elevator swished open as they approached and she sauntered to the deepest part, leaning on the wall to the right, her frank gaze fixed firmly on his body. Reuben stayed close to the doors and took the wall to the left putting her well beyond his reach. He’d want to touch if he got too close and elevators had cameras.
He ogled her though—thoroughly.
Whatever modicum of decorum he’d displayed in the bar due to the public nature of their discourse disappeared once the doors slid shut. His gaze drifted from the tips of those killer shoes all the way to the plump red pillows of her mouth, taking detours at every dip and rise in between. She met his gaze and Reuben wondered if the things she was thinking were as dirty as she’d promised.
His pulse was a slow pound in his chest, the blood in his veins viscous from the heat of his desire. The thud through his groin was a hot, thick throb.
Hell, his whole body throbbed.
“Could you press four, please?”
He reached over and pressed the button and the elevator started to move. “I don’t even know your last name,” he said.
Hell, truth be told, he didn’t even know if Vivian was her real name. It wasn’t like he’d asked her for ID. Although the thought of frisking her for some—turning her around and sliding that skirt up her legs—whispered hot and wicked through his blood.
She just smiled and said, “Exciting isn’t it?”
Reuben couldn’t deny that the unknown did add a certain kick to the already heightened sexuality. “You like a little mystery?” Maybe it was her thing. Her…kink. Anonymous hotel sex.
She shrugged. “What’s wrong with just being Vivian and Reuben and leaving it at that? I’m going to be gone tomorrow and we’ll only have this. Does the rest really matter?”
Maybe it should. But right now, at the end of a shitty weekend with a sexy woman primed to do dirty things, all Reuben cared about was that she’d chosen him.
He shook his head. “Nope.”
The elevator shuddered beneath his feet and dinged. The door slid open and, once again, she led and he followed, his eyes never leaving her ass. His breath quickened despite her unhurried (deliberate, he assumed) pace and he wished for a brief moment the subtly lit corridor went for miles so he could admire it for a bit longer. But then she slowed and stopped in front of room 426, smiling over her shoulder at him, and Reuben could not get inside quick enough.
Placing one hand on the door handle, she slid her other hand inside the open neck of her blouse before pulling it out again to reveal the plastic key card Reuben assumed had been stashed in her bra.
“Handy,” he murmured, moving in close and nuzzling her temple, as she inserted the thin rectangular piece of plastic into the lock. He liked that she wasn’t short. Sure the heels added some height but, at a couple of inches over six foot, it made a change not to have to dip his head.
Reuben slid his hand to her hip and pulled her gently against him until there was zero distance between his front and her back and every cell in his body hummed like an electrical substation.
“God,” she muttered, her forehead pressed into the door as she rubbed her ass against Reuben’s already painfully hard erection. “You feel good.”
His groin surged. “Open the damn door, Vivian.”
Responding quickly to his low, urgent growl, her hand and knee pushed the heavy door open and they stumbled inside, Reuben turning Viv and pushing her against the nearest wall. He didn’t bother with the lights or small talk or a discussion on their sexual likes and dislikes. He just kissed the hell out of her red, red mouth and the way she moaned, “Yes,” and wound her arms around his neck told him all he needed to know.
He’d been perfectly fine with her being the sexual aggressor in the bar. A more than willing participant in the flirtation she’d initiated. But now he was here, Reuben did not need any leading.
Hot, molten lust surged through his system at the first touch of her lips to his and he let it go wild. She tasted like beer and red lipstick and she smelled like lemon