This one was all promises and heat, leaving my knees weak and my panties damp by the time we were interrupted by the doors sliding open.
We spilled into the hallway, still not willing to let go of one another completely. My hands were in his, my chest pushed up against his as he walked us backward toward his door. His lips were firm and hungry on mine, his fingers already flirting with the zipper at the back of my dress.
When we got to his door, he plucked his key card out of his pocket and swiped it in front of the reader. Thankfully, the digital beep granted us access instead of trying to keep us apart any longer, and the door crashed open when Dane kicked it, and our mouths came together again.
As soon as the door was shut behind us, Dane pushed me back against it and kissed me until I wasn’t even sure of my own name. His hands were on my breasts, teasing my nipples through the thin layers of fabric that separated my skin from his.
I gasped into his mouth, arching my back as my fingers tightened their grip on his shoulders. While he was having his fun with my breasts, I remembered what I’d been about to do in the car.
Unlike last night, there was no hesitation in either of us tonight. We weren’t uncertain or in a rush to get it done before the other decided it was a mistake and pulled away. It was late and my feet were killing me, but once these shoes come off, we would still have a lot of night ahead of us.
As for the morning? Well, that’s what concealer was made for.
There was no need to hurry, and I fully intended on taking my time with him tonight. Especially after I’d seen today that there had been no awkwardness between us. It felt like we really could do this. We could have our fun, work together, and not have any issues about any of it.
With those thoughts driving my actions, I pushed his jacket off his shoulders and let it drop behind him before getting to work on the buttons on his shirt. Once I’d pulled it out of his pants and freed the last plastic disk from its hole, I broke the kiss as the shirt slid down his arms.
His body was like a delectable playground. One made for sin and built for pleasure. A shiver ran down my spine in the wake of his fingers as he pulled my zipper down. I’d long since lost the gloves, stowing them in the little purse I’d had with me.
As he pushed my sleeves off, I raised my hands to help, then pushed him back to get a good view of him like this. His chest was rising and falling fast, but there was a smirk on his lips when I finally managed to tear my gaze away from all those hills and valleys on his abs.
“You look like you want to take a bite out of me,” he said, blue eyes alight with both humor and lust. His hair was messy from having had my hands in it, but I liked it that way.
“Not bite,” I said, running my fingertips along his chest and down to that happiest of trails that led to my grand prize. “Lick. I want to lick you.”
He lifted his hands to his sides, beckoning to me as he moved backward toward his bed. “If that’s what you want, don’t let me stop you.”
I stayed at the door for a moment, drinking him in in all his golden-skinned deliciousness while also peeling my dress all the way off. It seemed like I’d be punished with seven years of bad luck in fashion if I let it just drop to the floor, but I decided to risk it. I’ll get it properly dry-cleaned and taken care of tomorrow. Promise.
Left standing in only my bra and panties, I kicked off my shoes and resisted the urge to cover myself with my hands. He’d already seen it all, and from the bulge in his pants and the hunger in his eyes, I felt pretty confident that he liked what he saw.
“Well?” he said as he sat down on his mattress. He spread his knees to make space for me as his gaze dropped down to take me in again. “Are you licking me or what? If you don’t take your turn soon, I’m going to take