“Hot for me?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Wet for me?” He put his other hand on her hip, flexed his fingers.
She couldn’t speak, she just nodded. And he closed his eyes, his expression one of pained relief like she’d never seen before.
She put her hand between her breasts, flicked the front clasp on her bra, letting it fall to the elevator floor. He looked at her, lowering his head, sucking her deep into his mouth. An arrow of pleasure shot from there down to her core. She tightened her fingers in his hair, then suddenly became conscious of the continued movement of the elevator.
“Hit the stop button,” she said, her voice breathless.
“What?” he asked, lifting his head, his cheeks flushed, his hair in disarray. Her heart nearly stopped. Matteo Corretti undone was the most amazing thing she’d ever seen.
“The elevator,” she said.
He cursed and turned around, hitting the red button on the wall, the elevator coming to a halt. He cursed again and reached into his pocket, taking out his cell phone. “Just a second.”
“You better not be texting,” she said.
He pushed a few buttons, his eyes not straying to her. “Not exactly.” He turned the screen toward her and she saw him. And her. And her breasts.
“Oh.”
He pushed a few more buttons. “I have disabled the security camera now. Unless you like the idea of being on film.”
She had to admit, she had a certain amount of curiosity as to what it looked like when Matteo Corretti made love to her. It was a video she wouldn’t mind owning, in all honesty. But she didn’t want it on security footage, either.
“Not in the mood to provide security with any early-evening jollies.”
“No worries, I have now deleted that little stretch of footage. There are advantages to being a control freak. Having an app on your phone that lets you see all the security at your hotels, and do as you please with the cameras, is one of them.”
He discarded his suit jacket and tie then, throwing them onto the floor of the elevator, tossing his phone down on top of them.
“Have you used that trick before?” she asked, before he lowered his head to kiss her again.
“With a woman?”
“Yes.”
“Jealous?”
“Hell, yes,” she said, not worried if he knew it. She wanted this moment, this desperation that was beyond anything she’d known, to be as foreign to him as it was to her.
“No, I haven’t.” He kissed her again, his tongue sliding against hers, and she forgot her lingering concerns.
Forgot about everything but what it felt like to have Matteo kissing her. Caressing her.
“Later—” he kissed the hollow of her throat “—I will do this right—” lowered his head and traced the line of her collarbone with his tongue. “I’ll taste every inch of you. Take time to savor you. Take your clothes off slowly. Look at those gorgeous curves.” He kissed her neck, bit her lightly like she’d done to him earlier. “Now, though … now I just need to be inside you.”
He started to gather her skirt up in his hands, the slippery fabric sliding up her legs easily. “Take your panties off,” he said.
She complied, her hands trembling as she worked her underwear down, kicking them to the side with her heels. He pushed her dress up around her hips, his hand hot on her thigh. He tugged her leg up around his, her back pinned against the wall of the elevator.
He tested her with his other hand, teasing her clitoris, sending streaks of white heat through her body with each pass his fingers made through her slick folds. “You didn’t lie,” he said. “You do want me.”
“Yes,” she said. “Tell me,” he said.
“I want you.”
“My name.”
“I want you, Matteo.”
He abandoned her body for a moment, working at his belt, shoving his slacks and underwear down, just enough to free his erection so that he could sink into her. It was a shock, all those weeks without him, and she’d forgotten just how big he was. Just how much he filled her. She let her head fall back against the wall of the elevator, pleasure building deep inside her, her internal muscles tightening around his length.
And then there was no more talking. There was nothing but their ragged breathing, Matteo moving hard and fast inside her, blunt fingertips digging into her hips as he held her steady, thrusting into her.
He lowered his head, capturing her nipple in his mouth again. A raw sound of pleasure escaped her lips and she didn’t even