Finally, I pull into the parking garage of my building. I grab the first spot I see and drag us out of the car. My hands on her ass, her legs locked around my waist, I carry Kate to the elevator, our lips and tongues dancing furiously.
I didn’t lock my car. I don’t think I even closed the door.
Fuck it.
They can steal it. I have more important matters at hand.
I stumble into the elevator and push the button for the top floor before slamming Kate back against the wall and thrusting against her like I’ve been dying to do. She moans long and deep into my mouth. It’s like that scene out of Fatal Attraction, without the creepiness.
Making it to my door, I grope for the lock with one hand still holding Kate against me. She nibbles on my ear and whispers, “Hurry, Drew.”
I would have kicked the fucking thing open at this point if the key wasn’t already turning. We fall into my apartment, and I kick the door shut with my foot. I peel her legs off me, and her feet slide to the floor, creating a delicious friction along the way. I need my hands free.
With our mouths still joined, I start unbuttoning the rest of her blouse. Kate is not so skilled—or she’s just impatient. She digs her fingers into the front of my shirt and pulls. Buttons scatter on the floor.
She just ripped my shirt open.
How hot is that?
I get to the clasp on her bra and pop it open. I’m an expert at those things. Whoever invented the front-clasp bra? God bless you.
Kate pulls her lips away and smooths her palms over my chest and down my abs. Her eyes are filled with wonder as they follow her hands’ path. I watch as my own fingers skim across her collarbone, down the center of her flawless breasts, and over that valley I love before coming to rest at her waist.
“God, Drew. You’re so…”
“Beautiful.” I finish for her.
I pull her up against me again, wrapping my arms around her and lifting her feet off the floor as I back up toward the couch. Did I think dancing with her was heaven? No. Her bare chest against mine—that is what heaven feels like. Fucking paradise.
I kiss down her jaw and suck at the tender flesh of her neck. I love Kate’s neck—and by the sounds vibrating in her throat, she loves what I’m doing. I sit back on the couch, taking her with me with her torso resting against mine, her closed legs between my spread knees. She pulls my lips back to hers for one more kiss before standing up and backing away.
We’re both out of breath and staring, practically attacking each other with our eyes. She bites her lip, and her hands disappear behind her back. I hear the hiss of a zipper, and then her skirt is slowly sliding to the floor. It’s the sexiest goddamn thing I have ever seen.
Kate stands in front of me in black lace boy-short panties, an open white blouse, and high heels. Her lips are swollen, her cheeks are flushed, and her hair is tousled from my hands. She’s a goddess…fucking divine. And the way she’s looking at me almost has me coming right here and now. I reach for my wallet and pull the condom out, resting it on the cushion next to me.
Kate walks toward me…leaving her high heels on.
Christ Jesus.
She kneels between my legs and unbuttons my pants, keeping her blazing eyes locked on mine. I lift up, and she peels my pants and boxers off. My cock springs up, proud and hard and so fucking ready. Her eyes go down, and she looks me over. I let her get her fill; I’m not really the shy type.
But when a devilish smile comes to her lips and she leans toward my dick, I grab her and pull her back to my mouth. I don’t know what she was planning—well, I have an idea—but if I don’t get inside her soon, I think I’m actually going to die.
I lift her at the waist, and her knees rest on either side of me. I hold her up with one hand while the other pushes the lace between her legs to the side. I dip two fingers inside her. Jesus. She’s ready too. I slide my fingers all the way in, and we both moan loudly. She’s wet…and hot. She molds snugly around my fingers, and my eyes close, knowing just how incredible she’ll feel around my cock. I pump my fingers in and out, and she starts riding my hand. She’s whimpering…moaning…gasping my name.
Music to my frigging ears.
I can’t take it anymore. I grab the condom and rip it open with my teeth. Kate rises up as I start to roll it on. Then she pushes my hands away. And she rolls it on for me.
Sweet fucking Christ Almighty.
I pull at her lace panties. I want her bare, nothing in the way. With a rip and a snap, I tear them off. Her dark curls and shiny lips beckon me, and I swear to God I’ll give them all the attention they deserve later. But I can’t wait.
My eyes are on hers…those dark chocolate eyes that pulled me in the moment I first saw them.