Without warning, he laces our fingers together and sets a pace that has me practically jogging.
"Cole!"I stumble slightly in my Louboutins."Unless you want me face-planting on this concrete, slow down."
His responding grunt tells me exactly how much patience he has left.
The elevator arrives with a soft ding, and we step in behind an older couple.Cole's thumb starts drawing lazy circles in my palm, each sweep sending sparks of desire straight to my core.Two can play this game.I lift my foot, running it slowly up and down his calf, feeling the muscle tense beneath his pants.
His circles stop.His grip tightens on my hand until it's almost painful.Got you.
The elevator stops, and the couple exits.The second those doors slide shut, Cole moves.
His mouth crashes into mine, hungry and demanding.I fist my hands in his thick hair, pulling him closer, needing more.He pushes me against the gold-painted wall, andgod, the cold metal against my back only heightens every sensation.His kisses are a rollercoaster of sensation—soft then hard, gentle then demanding.I could kiss this man forever.His beard scrapes deliciously against my skin, and I want that burn everywhere.
When his teeth find my earlobe, a moan rips from my throat, echoing in the confined space.A pointed cough freezes us both.
An older gentleman in what has to be a thousand-dollar suit stands in the doorway, watching us with obvious amusement.When did we even stop?
"I'll catch the next one."His eyes twinkle."You two enjoy yourselves."
"Oh, we will."Cole's voice drips sin as the doors close.
His hands slide to my ass, and those blue eyes darken to midnight."Are you not wearing panties?"
I flash him my most wicked smile.The moment the doors open, I slip from his grasp and sashay down the hallway.Halfway to his door, I turn, letting my fingers trail along the hem of my dress."Thought you might appreciate the easy access, Mr.Walker."
His deep grunt echoes through the corridor.When I glance back, the predatory look in his eyes sends heat flooding my core.I try to run, but I make it three steps before strong arms sweep me off my feet.I squeal as he carries me bridal-style toward his apartment, my arms locked around his neck.
"You're one naughty woman, Alex."
I drag my fingers through the short hairs at his nape, delighting in his sharp intake of breath."I thought you knew by now..."I lean in, my lips brushing his ear."I love being naughty, Mr.Walker.What are you going to do about it?"
The moment my teeth graze his earlobe, his fingers dig into my flesh.The growl that rumbles through his chest makes me throb with need.
He sets me down by his door, fumbling with the keys.A string of curses falls from his lips when they slip from his grip.Watching this powerful man lose his composure because of me?Intoxicating.
The second we're inside, he guides me straight past the living room to his bedroom.But instead of the bed I'm expecting, he steers us toward another door.When it opens, my breath catches.
His bathroom is like stepping into a luxury spa retreat.Black glass tiles climb from floor to ceiling in the shower area, gleaming like polished obsidian.A floating black marble bench provides a striking contrast, and the frameless glass doors with their sleek handles complete the high-end oasis.
"Very impressive."
When I turn, Cole's leaning against the floating vanity, a massive mirror spanning the wall behind him.His eyes rake over me with such intensity I feel it like a physical touch.
"Come here."
I cock my head."Why?"
"Don't tease me."His voice holds a warning that makes my thighs clench.
"But Mr.Walker..."I trail my hands down my dress with deliberate slowness."Let me show you what teasing really looks like."
My fingers inch my dress higher, and Cole's breathing grows heavier with each revealed centimeter of skin.When I'm an inch away from showing him everything, I pause.Time to make the mighty Cole Walker snap.
I slide my dress up just enough to slip two fingers between my thighs, moaning at how wet I am.His knuckles turn white against the granite, tendons standing out in his forearms.
"Don't.You.Dare."Each word comes out like gravel."That's mine."
I meet his gaze in the mirror, desire crackling between us."You mean..."I slide my fingers through my folds, "like this?"
