Well, huh.
P R E S E N T
“Where the fuck are we going?”
I grit my teeth and try to stop myself from saying anything. From telling her she’s being a brat, from telling her I’m sick of this bullshit - hell, from telling her all the shit I’m dying to tell her if I could only figure out how.
“Hudson!” She’s yelling now. “You can’t just fucking kidnap me you know. Aren’t you Mr. ‘Low-Profile’? I’m pretty sure kidnapping Legislative candidates gets you high-profile faster than you can-”
“Will you shut up?” I finally bark at her, my hands gripping the wheel tight as we screech around a corner, narrowly missing some idiot hipster out riding a fixie bicycle in the fucking snow.
“We’re going to my place.”
She frowns. “Why, you’ve never taken me to your place bef-“
“Because it’s safe there, that’s why.” I turn and stare at her, our eyes meeting with a sort of burning spark that keeps me looking at her for far longer than I should considering I’m driving a damn car. I tear my gaze away and accelerate around a taxi.
“Is it?” She says quietly, and when I turn back this time, her look is hungrier, more naked.
I turn back to the road, and without warning I slide my hand up high on her thigh. I can hear her breath catch, and feel the thrum of her pulse hot under her skin.
“Don’t you dare think you’re going to-”
Her words end in a gasp as I slide my hand right up under her dress to the heated and damp fabric of her panties and I gri.; “Ahh, yeah, you don’t want me at all, right?”
She bites her lip and shakes her head. “Mm-mm, nope, not at all.”
I gun the engine, letting the horses fucking rip under the hood as I stroke my finger up over her panties. Tracing her sex through the wet material and relishing in the quiet moan she valiantly tries but ultimately fails to swallow.
We’re speeding through streets now, the engine roaring as I dodge cars and blow through lights. My finger slides beneath the side of her panties and strokes her lips, and she rocks her hips towards me.
“Still sure you don’t want me?”
“Definitely,” she gasps, her breathing comes ragged as I stroke my finger through her wetness and roll my thumb over her clit. She drops her head back and willing spreads her legs wider, and I know I’ve got her close as I roar around another corner.
“Oh, well that’s good then, because we’re here.”
I screech the car to a purr in front of my building and withdraw my fingers from her panties. She whirls to stare at me, and the look she gives me as her jaw drops is pure, undiluted frustration, and I love it.
“Better cover up, Senator,” I say with a shit-eating grin as I nod towards the approaching valet. Reagan scrambles to pull her skirt back down, shooting daggers at me as I chuckle and step out of the car. I toss the keys to Richard, the valet, outside my building and usher the fuming Reagan through the front door.
The brusqueness is to minimize the exposure to possible photographers who might see where she’s headed, but also because I’ve got this insane need to be alone with her as quickly as fucking possible. I hurry us across the glossy marble floor of my lobby and yank her into one of the ultra-modern glass and metal elevators.
Reagan’s skirt is riding high on her thigh, and as the doors close, she starts to smooth the material down.
“Stop it.”
She pauses, and looks at me sharply. “Excuse me?”
“I said leave it. Don’t smooth it down.”
“You can’t just order me around like some sort of Lord of a castle you know,” she says tightly. But she blushes, and she doesn’t pull on the skirt anymore.
The doors close, and it’s like the final stroke, the final straw on the back. They’ve barely shut before I’ve turned and pushed her up against the glass wall of the elevator, my lips devouring hers as she moans into mine. The elevator begins to rise out of the bank, and as it does so, the view behind the glass surrounding us changes to the bright lights of the city. I grab her wrists and shove them against the wall, growling into her as I move my lips to nip at her earlobe.
“Hudson, stop-”
“Lift up your dress.” I tell her, my voice commanding as I move back up to kiss her hard, crushing her lips with mine.
She gasps as she pulls away. “No-” Her eyes dart to the glass walls and the neon city-scape slowly dropping away behind her. “People might see-”
“No one’s going to see.”
I see her hesitate, and I whirl around and hit the emergency stop button on the elevator, making her gasp. “Are you fucking kidding m-”