mood to speak to anyone now. He didn’t want to hear about a fishing story or a trip to the Bahamas, a great swing at one at the golf courses that was probably a lie anyway. He didn’t want to reassure some idiot that their investments were in a good place or pretend that he might consider a business deal.
Malcolm wanted to be alone with Ella so that he could explore her amazing body. He knew her mind. Loved her mind. But tonight was all about the physical. He wanted to make love to her until this insane urgency subsided. He wanted to walk into a room, see her and be able to ignore the immediate pain of lust, the need to pull her into his arms and make her his.
She followed him willingly. Eagerly! They made their way through the thinning crowd. Several people called out to him, but Malcolm nodded to some and completely ignored others. No matter what they wanted to talk about, he wasn’t interested.
It was a testament to the excellent service in this place that someone had realized he was leaving and had called his driver. The man was standing outside, holding the back door to the limousine open so that Ella and Malcolm could step inside.
As soon as the driver closed the door, Malcolm turned to Ella, needing to pull her into his arms and kiss her. But she was already moving towards him, sliding into his arms as if she were water, melting into him. His mouth covered hers and he kissed her, feeling her arms wrap around his neck as their tongues danced together. There was no preface to this kiss, no teasing nips or tastes. They were too hungry for each other and Malcolm loved that her eagerness almost matched his own need.
As the driver guided the limousine through the quiet streets of London, Malcolm learned more about Ella’s body. About where she wanted to be touched. He was careful not to release any clasps or slide down any zippers. Not yet. But his hands found bare skin under the burgundy chiffon, sliding along her legs. He absorbed her gasps of pleasure into his mouth as he continued to explore her.
Thankfully, it didn’t take long to arrive at Ella’s apartment. The limousine came to a smooth stop right in front and he pulled her hands from him. “We’re here. I’m coming inside, Ella. If you don’t want this, tell me now.”
She stared up at him and, for a startled moment, he thought she might say no. But then her kiss-swollen lips curled upwards and she nodded. “Yes. Definitely!”
He let out the breath he’d been holding, then nodded sharply as the driver opened the back door. “Let’s go,” he took her hand. Exiting first, he held her hand to help her out, ensuring that she didn’t trip on the long dress. But once they were both standing on the sidewalk, he turned to his driver and said, “We’re done for the night. I’ll call you when I need you.”
The man tipped his hat and closed the back door. “Very good, my lord.” He walked to the front of the limousine.
Malcolm couldn’t wait any longer. With her hand still in his, he led her into the building at a fast pace, wanting to be inside of her apartment so that he could strip off over her clothes and see her. Feel her. Touch every part of her and learn what made her scream.
Ella fumbled with the keys to her apartment. Gently, Malcolm took the keys from her trembling fingers and, pressing his chest against her back, reached around her to unlock the door. She sighed with relief when the door swung open, but Malcolm spun her around, pressing her against the wall just inside of the doorway. With his foot, he kicked the door closed while, at the same time, his hands pulled her back into his arms. “Love the dress,” he said. “But it has to go. I want you naked!”
She whimpered and reached up to tug the knot on his bow tie. The ends pulled everything loose and she tossed the scrap of black material away. While she worked the buttons on his shirt, his fingers deftly found the hooks at the back of her neck. It was easier for him to reveal what was underneath her dress than it was for Ella to unbutton his shirt.
As the dress whispered to the floor, he stepped back, looking at her in nothing