Page 12 of Pleasure Island
We smiled at each other, and he offered a hand. Accepting it, I walked alongside him as we made our way toward the elevator.
“You know,” he said softly. “I was about to head back to my place when I saw you at the bar.”
I slanted a look up at him as the elevator doors opened. Stepping inside, I tugged him closer to me, taking advantage of the fact that nobody else had climbed on with us. “I’m so glad you waited,” I said against his lips.
His kiss was hungrier this time, and I moaned in approval as he slid both hands down my back and palmed my ass.
The elevator door dinged just as I was really getting into it, and I pulled back, pressing my finger to his mouth. “Hold that thought,” I whispered before grabbing his hand and tugging him along behind me.
Once inside the room, we moved toward each other, and I grinned as his mouth came crushing down on mine.
He skimmed his fingers up my back, tangled them in my hair then tugged my head back.
I slid my hands down his sides, feeling hard, lean muscle. Oh, I approved.
He pulled his mouth free, and for a second, we just stared at each other.
Then it was on again. He crowded me up against the wall, and the long, sparkly chain that held my purse on my shoulder slid down, the purse itself banging against my thigh as he pressed a line of kisses from my mouth down to the neckline of my dress.
He gave me a quick look.
I nodded, and he caught the hem. The purse and my dress tangled as he disrobed me, leaving me standing in front of him wearing nothing more than my panties, bra, and heels.
“Now, that’s a sight,” he said, a wolfish grin curving his lips.
I gave him a slow smile. “Let me give you another one.” Turning, I took my time as I bent over, giving him a good, hard look at my ass. I had a good one, as I’d been told more than a few times. Snagging the chain of my purse, I picked it up and turned back to him just in time to see him dragging his hand down his face.
I pulled a couple of condoms out and caught his hand, drawing him over to the bed.
Tossing the condoms down, I turned back to him then guided him around until his back was to the bed. “You helped me with my clothes. Let me help you with yours,” I said, reaching for his jacket and pushing it off his shoulders.
He rolled them to help with the motion, then stood still as I caught the hem of his shirt and pushed upward.
As firm abs and a chiseled chest were revealed, I lifted my gaze to his.
“Now that’s a sight,” I echoed, grinning at him.
He covered the grin with his mouth, and I opened for him with a moan.
This kiss was hungrier. Deeper. Darker. Closing my mouth around his tongue, I sucked on him and felt him shudder. Even better.
The moment his shirt was free of his head, he caught my hips and dragged me against him.
The feel of his cock, thick and heavy, had me all but swooning and I nudged him back onto the bed.
He went willingly, and when I tucked a condom into his hand, he just nodded, all eyes on me.
I skimmed my hands down his sides, then slid my hands along the waistband of the chinos he wore. Toying with the material there, I clenched my thighs against the ache that had settled between my thighs.
I freed him from his trousers and took a moment to appreciate what I found. He wasn’t overly long, but he was thick, and I bit my lip, already anticipating how he’d stretch me.
Closing my hand around him, I stroked him from root to tip, tightening my grip just a bit as I reached the head.
He arched into my hand, lids drifting down.
I pumped his cock a few more times, felt myself getting wetter, more ready for him.
“Come here,” he said, his voice thick.
