Overlooked(1)(69)
She’s silent for a very long moment, eyes closed and breath still. She finally licks her red lips and turns to look at me, bright blue eyes shining, but untrusting.
“I know your reputation.”
Internally, I groan. Sometimes that reputation comes in handy, like random girls at the bar knowing how big my dick is. This was less than desirable.
“My reputation means nothing. You want a clean slate. I want to be the eraser.”
“Why.” It’s a demand, not a question. I like that.
“Because you’re too good for that sack of shit. Because I’ve been dreaming about making this body shiver under mine for a month, Kate.”
She leans in, our noses practically touching, our breaths shared. Her eyes go hooded and soft, like I’ve finally punched the winning combination to unlock her Pandora’s box.
“I have a room around the corner.”
I grin. “I’ll drive.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
KATE
We are on each other before the elevator doors close. Doubts flooded my mind the whole way here, but every hesitation melted the moment he pressed my shoulders against the elevator walls.
“I’m going to destroy you,” he warns. His eyes are dark, a growing storm looming within him. “I’m not gentle. Not in the courtroom, not in real life, not in the bedroom.”
“You don’t scare me.” I whisper back.
“I should.”
“Déjà vu.” I offer a small smile, but the rest of me is wound up tight, waiting for his next move. “Maybe I need danger.”
He stares at me, intense and full of meaning I don’t yet know. His jaw works for a second, mulling over the things he wants to say to me, but nothing crosses his lips. Instead, his mouth claims mine.
And
I
Dissipate.
There is no other word, no other sensation. Everything in my brain, for the first time in months, becomes silent and dark. In this tiny elevator car, my world hits the reset button. He is rough, just like promised, but there’s an undercurrent of sweetness there.
He fists my hair and we kiss like we need oxygen. We kiss like it’s the only way to keep the Earth spinning. We kiss like it is the single thing we’ve been lacking in our lives for entirely too long.
It’s terrifying. It’s perfect. I need more.
We tumble out into the hallway. I grab his hand with a grin and pull him to the left, past the gilded picture frames and the art pieces the hotel swears were contracted by local artists but were really bought en masse from China. It is the perfect metaphor. We pass the fake shit dressed in gold to indulge in something real.
If he fucks with the same fervor he kisses, anyway.
Eric stops me from using the card key, his hand engulfing mine, pressing me to the door. His other hand slides around and grabs my ass. His body presses against mine, the hard length in his jeans making a sizable impression. Slowly, he lowers our hands until the card key opens the door. He walks us back into the wall and hurls the key across the room.
My tunic dangles from the chair no less than ten seconds after we cross the threshold and his hands grasp my breasts. He squeezes and hefts them like fruit he’s considering for purchase.
“I pictured you as more of a leather girl.” He murmurs in my ear. “All this lace doesn’t feel like you.”
“Everyone knows I’m a lace girl.”
“The real you.” He growls and my bra follows my tunic.
“You don’t know the real me.” My lip quivers but my voice is steady. It betrays every cell in my body, the ones yearning to be lost in the sea that is his.
“I can see the you you think you hide.” He bites my lower lip. “You are translucent before me, Kate.”
“And what do you see?”
He holds my gaze again and runs a finger down my cheek. Instead of answering my question, he picks me up and lays me on the bed. Eric kisses my collar bone, the valley between my breasts, my stomach. His mouth hovers over my center just long enough to make me crazy. He slowly exhales over me, warmth covering my most sensitive spaces, and kisses my stomach once again.
Eric goes back to my breasts, rolling each nipple between his fingers. He plays my body like a piano, fingers gently tapping out a beautiful melody across multiple keys at once. It’s a moment longer before his mouth takes my nipple.
It’s instant euphoria. I can’t hear anything, see anything, feel anything other than his tongue and teeth flicking across each nipple in rapid succession. One of his arms slides under my torso and the other works my leggings until they are off my body, leaving me completely exposed.
“It’s not fair that you’re still clothed.” I breathe as his fingers dance down my skin until they brush my pussy lips. “We both need to be naked. I want to see you.”