Page 22 of Don't Lie to Me
The door opened almost immediately. He pressed the button for the elevator and before the doors closed, pushed me up against the far wall. The gold colored handrail dug slightly into my back and my eyes widened in surprise.
He leaned in and kissed me roughly, and quickly, pulling back before I had a chance to catch my breath. His lips were by my ear.
“Did you do what I said?”
His rough voice rendered me speechless. I nodded.
Slowly, one of his soft hands moved up my thigh. I tightened my muscles on instinct and his hand stopped moving. He massaged my thigh gently until my legs relaxed.
“Good girl,” he whispered into my ear. My entire body almost exploded.
His hand continued journeying further up my leg, under my dress and along my already soaking wet center. I was too hot to be ashamed. This was torment and if it were any indication how our night was going to go, I would be a puddle of goo before we got around to the dinner part.
He moaned against my ear when his finger slowly, teasingly so, swiped along my burning center. I ground into his finger instinctually, wanting to feel him in me. I could hear my heart beating in my ears I wanted him so badly. How did he do this? I mewled when he denied me what I wanted, and instead, withdrew his hand completely, and inserted his now wet finger into his mouth.
With hooded eyes, he groaned and sucked my cream off his finger, only inches from my mouth.
I licked my lips and he smiled.
He leaned back towards my ear. “You taste so fucking good.” And then, held his finger out towards my mouth, like an offering. Slowly, I flicked out my tongue, just barely touching the tip of his finger, but enough that I could taste myself on him.
I groaned, and had it not been for one of his hands holding my hip, I may have collapsed. He gently pressed his finger further in my mouth and I closed my lips around it, sucking it all the way in.
I would take whatever he would offer me, without shame, because somehow, he knew exactly how to turn me on and turn me into a quivering mess of need. I needed him. The thought was so powerful I almost gasped. But his finger tasted so good; the masculine taste of his salty skin, mixed with me that I couldn’t stop myself. I licked and sucked his finger until I looked down and saw his erection pressed against the zipper of his dress pants.
I smiled. I had turned him on just as quickly as he did me, and I loved that feeling. Slowly I moved my hand down the front of his dress shirt, jerking him closer to me when my hand fisted around his belt buckle. It was just a quick jerk and I winked at him as my hand traveled further down and began massaging his erection through his pants. He placed both of his hands on the wall next to me, and thrust his hips into my stomach. The move practically pinned me against the back of the wall as the entire length of Jack’s body pressed up against me.
I felt everything. And all I could think of was how I wanted his hands back on me. Anywhere. Doing anything he could to relieve the fire he so quickly started in me. How in the hell was I going to survive dinner?
“I can’t wait to be inside you later. I want to watch you writhe in pleasure beneath me until you’re so thoroughly fucked you can’t walk tomorrow. I have big plans for you tonight Emma.”
I closed my eyes and swallowed, imagining what those plans were. I was just about to ask him, but the elevator doors chimed and then opened. He pushed off the wall, grabbed my hand and smiled down at me as if we had just been discussing the weather.
I walked out following him wondering what in the hell had just happened. I glanced back at the elevator doors as we walked away only to hear Jack softly laughing.
Ten minutes later, we exited his Mercedes. He handed the keys to the valet and ushered me into Russalo. A hotel and restaurant that he owned.
“You’re taking me to the hotel you own?” I hoped my voice didn’t sound as breathlessly hopeful as it did to me. A ten minute car ride, with his hand high on my thigh, did absolutely nothing to extinguish the fire he lit for me back in his elevator. I was two thigh swipes away from exploding while I walked. I should have been embarrassed that he brought me to his hotel. But I wasn’t. I wanted to grab him and rush him into the nearest available room.
“I’m taking you to the restaurant on top of the building. It’s the best.”
I frowned, disappointed. Next to me, he chuckled softly, clearly enjoying how worked up I was.
Every one greeted him as we walked into the building. The valet, the front desk concierge, the bellhop in the elevator. I bit back the urge to ask him if he came here often, but then all sense of humor left me as soon as we reached the elevator bank. I swallowed roughly and looked at Jack while we waited.
He didn’t look at me. Instead, he stayed facing forward with one hand on my lower back and the other hand in his pocket. His posture was perfectly straight, and every feature on his face perfectly defined; straight nose, high cheekbones, square chin. He was mesmerizing, and he gave no hint of what was to come as soon as we stepped on the elevator. All I could think about was the taste he gave me earlier.
I snorted at the thought, since literally; I had had a taste….of me. And god help me, but I wanted more of him.
The elevator doors opened and I looked at Jack before stepping on reluctantly. I wanted some indication of what he had planned for me now. Was he going to throw me up against the back of the elevator? Was he going to tease me again and turn me on further? Was it possible for me to be turned on more than I was right then?
I wanted to ask him all of these questions as we stood close together without saying a word. His face was void of any friendly expression whatsoever and it was only then that I realized that the only words he spoke to me since leaving the elevator at his building was when I asked about the restaurant. Other than that, he hadn’t said a word.
And then I realized, he planned this. I knew Jack enough to know that he planned and orchestrated every single minute of his day. At first I thought I had done something to upset him, but as I remembered what he said about me making him lose control, I knew this was his way of regaining it. He planned to have me bare and vulnerable for him, to make me uncomfortable for the sake of being completely aroused for him, and wanting him as soon as he gave the word.
His planned totally worked. I bit the inside of my cheek as I fought the urge to smile once I realized what he was planning. If this was his plan, I could totally play along. Perhaps I should have been angry that he’d use me like this, but I wasn’t.
I trusted him. Completely.
