“What—” she says before a gasp comes out of her lips. “Why are we in an elevator?”
“Because the thought of spending the next twenty minutes climbing the stairs and not being able to kiss you sounds like torture.”
“Lucas.” Her voice wobbles, and my heart tugs.
“Hey, it’s going to be okay,” I coax her, running my hands all over her back. “I promise, Madeline. Just focus on me, okay? We’re almost there. Just keep listening to my voice.”
Her breathing slows, and a few seconds later, the doors open, and I rush out of them, heading to our room.
When I drop Madeline to her feet, she lets out a yelp that brings a smile out of me. I can’t wait to find out what other sounds she makes.
I pull the keycard out of my pocket, dying to get inside. The green light comes on, and I let out a breath, pushing open the door, and once we’re inside, I’m back on her again, pinning her against the door while my lips explore every inch of this gorgeous girl that I can’t stop thinking about.
I grip her waist and pull her into me, sealing my lips over hers. She opens up for me, letting our tongues move together, and the sounds that come out of her send jolts of lust straight to my cock.
“I’ve wanted you for so fucking long,” I admit, kissing down her jaw, her neck, letting out a groan when I smell that perfume again. “That scent,” I mumble against her skin. She tilts her head back, letting out a soft, breathy whimper that does nothing to ease the ache of being so fucking hard. “It’s ingrained in my mind. I thought about this so many times. About you.”
“You have?” she asks with a soft moan.
“Are you kidding?” I pull back to look into those eyes. Fuck, I never knew brown eyes could be so beautiful until I saw hers. “There hasn’t been a day where you haven’t invaded my mind.” I lean in and press my lips against hers. “All of my thoughts are consumed by you.”
Her eyes blaze with heat, and her hands lift to run across my chest. I’m thrown back to this morning when she thought I was asleep as she trailed her fingertips all over my skin. “God,” she groans. “Who knew you were so hot?”
I chuckle, leaving soft kisses across her face until I land on her lips. “A lot of people,” I hum against her skin. “You included. Do you think I didn’t see all those times you were checking me out?” I ask her, my hands itching to take off this dress and see what lies beneath it. “I was looking right back at you.”
My hands drop to the hem of her dress, slowly lifting the material, my palms running over her soft thighs. “Turn around, Madeline.” My voice is unrecognizable, filled with lust for this girl, and she obeys, turning until she places her hands on the door. I reach for her zipper and start pulling it down, revealing her gorgeous skin that I can’t wait to kiss. There won’t be an inch of her body that my lips haven’t been on.
I push the material off until it drops to the ground, and she’s left in a matching pair of red panties. A groan builds in my throat when I see her, and she looks behind her shoulder, right at me, as she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth.
“You were wearing this the whole time?” I ask her, running my hands over the lace fabric covering her ass.
She lets out a moan as a response which makes my cock twitch. I lean down and press my lips on her shoulder. “Did you think anything was going to happen?” I ask her, pressing my hard length against her.
She lets out a harsh breath and shakes her head. “Part of me hoped so, though.”
I smile, spinning her around to face me. “Me too,” I admit, gripping the back of her neck and bringing her forehead tomine. “It was agony watching you across the room the whole night.” I shake my head against hers and pull back to look into her eyes. “Every other guy had their eyes on you in there. It took everything in me not to punch every single one.”
“They’re your friends,” she says with a little smile that lets me know she likes when I get jealous.
I kiss her again. I can’t seem to stop. “Not when they have their eyes on what’s mine.”
The corner of her lips tips up into a smirk. “I’m yours now?” she asks.
“I want you to be,” I tell her, kissing her neck, pressing my lips all over her skin, all the way down, until I meet the top of her breasts, covered by that tempting red lace. “I sure as fuck belong to no one else but you.”
She closes her eyes, a gorgeous smile on her face. “I like the sound of that,” she says. A sweet moan escapes her when I kiss over the lace, pulling her hard nipple into my mouth. “I don’t want to wait any longer.”
“You’re too impatient.” I grip her waist and push her toward the bed. “I’ve wanted this for way too long. There’s no way I’m rushing.” I press my lips against hers and reluctantly pull back. “Lie back,princesa.”
She visibly shivers, dropping down onto the bed.
I grin, staring down at her. Fuck. She is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. “You like that nickname now, huh?” I ask her.
“No.” It comes out all breathy, which has me laughing as I lean down.
I nip at her bottom lip and hum. I can’t get enough of this woman. “Liar,” I whisper. “You love it. I can tell from the way your heart’s beating so fast right now, and those big browneyes?” I make a point to stare at them. “They give you away every time.” I grin, brushing my thumb over her cheek. “You love when I call you my princess, don’t you?”
Her eyes narrow. “I hate you,” she grunts out.
