She slapped him in the chest. "So that's why I'm so attracted to you," she said. "I knew it couldn't be the famous musician thing."
She raised up on tiptoe to kiss his neck. Every muscle in Gabe's body went taut.
"Melanie?" he whispered.
Her warm breath tickled his neck. "I do love a man with brains."
Brains that ceased to work when a certain sexy accountant suckled the pulse point in his throat. He didn't put the geek in "band geek" anymore. He'd hated being that awkward, meek guy. He no longer entertained dreams of building mechanical hearts and artificial limbs. He was a rock star. Success hadn't been handed to him on a bronze cymbal. He'd earned it. Melanie had better get used to the idea that the thing she was trying so hard to reject was a huge part of who he was.
Gabe reached over and pressed every button from the first to the tenth floor. The elevator jolted as it stopped on the next floor and then the door slid open.
Melanie jerked away, her gaze nervously darting to the empty corridor. No one was there. She stared up at him with wide eyes. "Do you think there's something wrong with the elevator?"
"I pressed all the buttons."
"Why?"
"Because I don't march anymore."
The elevator doors slid shut and they started upward again.
Her eyebrows drew together and nose crinkled in confusion. Gabe moved his hands to her shoulders and slipped the spaghetti straps of her tank and her bra straps down her slender arms. He used the lightest of touches on her silky skin, watching for her reaction.
"What do you like?" he asked.
"Huh?"
"Do you like a gentle, easy touch?" He stroked her skin with a feather-light caress and then curled his fingers to apply more pressure as he moved his hands along the back of her shoulders. "Or something rougher?"
Eyes wide, she shook her head. "I don't know."
The elevator stopped, and the doors slid open again.
He slid his hands to her breasts and freed them from her bra.
"Wait," she gasped. "Someone might . . . "
He cupped one perfect mound of flesh and gently stroked her hardened nipple with his thumb. "Gentle."
When no one joined them on the elevator, Melanie released a soft sigh, and her eyelids fluttered closed.
Gabe squeezed her other breast and pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rubbing the straining tip with an increasing pressure. "Rough."
"Oh!"
As soon as the elevator doors closed again, he leaned forward and drew his tongue over her pretty pink nipple. "Gentle," he said, blowing a slow breath over her puckered flesh before drawing it into his mouth and sucking with tender care.
Her fingers clung to his scalp. He still couldn't tell what she preferred; she seemed to enjoy both. He released her breast with a soft sucking sound and turned his attention to the other one. "Rough." He nipped her reddened nipple and then sucked it into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the hard tip. He scraped her flesh with the edge of his teeth.
"Gabe!"
The elevator doors opened again. This time she didn't notice. Gabe smiled to himself. That's better.
He drew away and waited for her to open her eyes before he cupped her pussy through her jeans. When the heat coming off it registered in his addled thoughts, his cock began to throb in anticipation. He stared into her beautiful eyes as he slid his fingers between her legs and pressed the heel of his hand against her mound. He rubbed his palm against her, stimulating her clit with just enough pressure to remind her that it was there.
"Gentle?"
The doors shut again, and the elevator carried them closer to their destination.
"Can I have both?" she asked breathlessly.
He grinned and backed her into the wall. He grabbed her ass and pressed his cock against her mound, grinding with hard, rigorous thrusts of his hips. "Or rough?"
She clung to him, rubbing her heat against his throbbing cock. If she'd been wearing a skirt, he would have surged into her body right then. He could almost feel her slick heat engulfing him, imagine her gripping him as she clenched with release. Almost.
"Oh God, Gabe, fuck me," she groaned.
His balls tightened with excitement. Drunk with desire, he rubbed his open mouth over her throat. "Did you decide what you want, Melanie?"
"Yes. You. I want you."
He gave the black lens of the surveillance camera a long hard stare and then bit his lower lip considering what it would mean for her if he went with his instincts and gave her what she wanted right there. Tempting as she was, she deserved better. He could wait. A couple minutes. Max. His gaze shifted to her eyes. "I like a woman who knows what she wants."