"Let’s."
We all but ran through the terminal and over the footbridge to the Hilton. The elevator doors hadn’t fully closed before he was stalking toward me, a heated look in his eyes.
I grinned as my back hit the wall. "So," he said softly, stopping so close that all I could feel was the heat of his desire, and all I could smell was the raw scent of eager, hungry male. "I do believe I threatened to tear the clothes off your body the minute I saw you."
"The elevator is hardly an appropriate place," I murmured, resisting the urge to arch toward him. To encourage him with the press of my body, the heat of my need.
"It is likely to get us arrested if anyone happens to be monitoring the cameras." He raised his hands, his fingers teasing the top edges of the dress and causing my already hard nipples to ache with even greater intensity.
I flicked my gaze to the camera in question, then glanced at the floor indicator. My room was on the hotel’s top floor, and the elevator was moving at a glacial pace.
"What would your clients think if you were arrested for indecent behavior in an airport hotel elevator?" I asked, pressing just a little into his touch as his hands skimmed down my body then moved back up again.
"They would think I’m a lucky man." And with that, he gripped the edges of my dress and tore it open. "A fucking lucky man," he repeated, his gaze sweeping down my fully exposed flesh.
Then he pressed against me, his lips claiming mine, his kiss like fire and his body trembling with the force of his desire. He kissed my chin, my throat, my shoulder blades. I gasped and climbed up his body, wrapping my legs around his waist, cursing the material that still separated us.
The elevator tinged and the doors opened. His grip slid down to my butt, supporting me as he swung us both around. "What room?" he growled, in between kisses.
"Nine-ten," I gasped, throwing my head back as his tongue teased the base of my neck.
We reached my room. I somehow swiped the key through the scanner and pushed it open. Lucian kicked the door closed but didn’t step any farther into the room, pressing me back against the door instead.
"I need you," he said, his voice a rough, urgent vibration that ran through every part of me. "So badly, right now."
"Then take me," I muttered, the need to feel him inside of me so fierce that it was becoming hard to breathe.
He shifted his grip, supporting me one-handed while he undid his pants with the other. I tore open his shirt and ran my hands across the hard, golden planes of his chest. Then I gasped again as he plunged inside me, going as deep as it was possible to go. Pleasure spiraled through me, as fast and as furious as his movements. This wasn’t lovemaking, this was fucking, pure and simple. And oh, it was so glorious. The tightness built up inside me, radiating out in fierce waves to the very tips of my toes and fingers, until it felt as if my body was ready to explode.