Crave (His Second Chance with Heiress Bryn Christmas Duet #1) - Z.L. Arkadie Page 0,22
be extinguished. I was certain our raw sexual desire for each other thickened the air. The elevator remained silent. My heart pounded, and fluttering sensations ignited in my belly. The elevator dinged. The doors slid open, and the people who were enclosed with us were out in a flash.
We only had one more floor to go. Jamison tugged me against his rock-hard body, and then his warm, delicious tongue was rounding mine. We breathed heavily against each other’s mouths as our kissing turned more intense. I ran my fingers through his neat but windswept hair, and he did the same with mine.
“You’re so…” Our greedy kissing wouldn’t let him finish whatever he was going to say.
His stiff chest and cock against me and his strong arms wrapping around me made me want to burst into flames. It had been so long since I’d been that close to a man that I’d forgotten what unadulterated sexual desire felt like. Not even the loud ding could bring me back to my senses.
Jamison ended our kiss by dragging my lower lip between his teeth and then whispered, “Let’s go.”
I fell fully under his spell when he picked up my briefcase and took my hand, our fingers interlaced. There was nothing left to say, no small talk to be had. I knew what came next. I let myself glance down at his package just to make sure I was right about my assumption. Holy shit. Jamison’s crotch was so swollen. I was so wet. There was no turning back.
We made it to the door of my suite, and Jamison handed me my purse. “The key,” he said without lessening his deep and prolonged eye contact.
Gosh, he is so sexy. I hated looking away, but I had to so that I could fumble my keycard out of my wallet with shaky fingers. I almost lost it when Jamison pressed himself against me, laying soft, wet kisses on the side of my neck. My knees felt weak as the door beeped. He reached around me to turn the knob.
Unable to control my desire, I rotated to face him. Our lips mashed against each other. Next, tongues. My fingers tousled his hair. He bunched up my hair, pressing my mouth harder against his. Panting, tasting, Jamison lifted my feet off the ground. The door slammed closed.
We’re inside.
Clink.
Clomp.
Heavy breathing.
Smacking.
His tongue swirling around mine.
Suction.
My back hitting the sofa.
His heaviness on top of me.
His cock rubbing against my pussy, letting me know what it craves.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“Room service.”
“Shit,” Jamison said against my mouth. “I’ll get it.”
As soon as he got up, I got up too.
“In the bedroom,” I said and trotted up the hallway before he could object.
Holy shit. My body was trembling when I made it to the bedroom. Shaking, I plopped down on the foot of the bed, running my fingers through my hair and then over my breasts. My nipples were hard as pebbles. My desire for Jamison was too overwhelming, and I needed to control it, especially since there was something I needed to remember.
What is it?
I sprang to my feet when I heard Jamison say, “Put that in the kitchen with my bag over there.”
My panties!
Jamison continued whatever conversation he was having with room service. It sounded as if he was talking to more than one person. I had seconds to get my comfortable granny panties off.
I pushed my jeans down and stomped out of them. Next came the pale-pink cotton panties. “Shit.” The crotch was soaked.
I tugged my sweater off over my head and then my T-shirt. Then off came my full-coverage, bland white bra. Jamison said final goodbyes to the guys in the other room.
“Oh no,” I whispered and kicked my unsexy underwear under the bed then climbed on the bed and stretched out on my side, head resting on my palm, torso twisted, hip high, and toes pointed—a total come-get-it pose.
Jamison’s footsteps came to a halt when he stopped in the doorway. “Shit,” he whispered, his eyes drinking me in. “Don’t move.” He darted over to the nightstand and set a box of extra-large condoms on top of it. My pussy shuddered as I remembered that they were the right size for his magnificent cock.
“That’s pretty presumptuous,” I joked. I was more nervous than I’d been a second before.
Jamison chuckled as he snatched his sweater off over his head and then his T-shirt, revealing his bare chest, which only had a sparse amount of hair on it.