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And now, with just a few floors between us and our hotel suite, we’re both holding on by a damn thread.
She shifts, the side slit of her dress parting slightly, giving me a glimpse of bare skin.
I grit my teeth, clenching my fists.
If I touch her now, I won’t be able to stop.
She glances up at me, her hazel eyes dark and knowing.
“Luke…” she whispers.
I don’t know if I can trust myself to answer.
“Stop looking at me like that,” she whispers.
“Like what?”
“Like you want to devour me.”
I can’t help my wolfish smile. “But I do.”
The elevator dings.
The doors slide open.
And without a single word, I grab her hand, pulling her inside the suite—and slamming the door shut behind us.
Thirty-Three
Lila
The moment our suite door closes, Luke has me pressed up against it as his mouth crashes down on mine.
“Finally,” he mutters hoarsely, “I get to taste these lips that have been tempting me all night.”
My dress falls away, and I swear he stops breathing. I’m standing before him in only midnight blue lingerie. “You’re trying to kill me,” he groans.
I reach for his tie, a wicked gleam in my eye. “Then I guess my plan is working.”
Something primal roars to life in his eyes at my words, and then there’s no more talking—just skin and heat. As I kneel before him, the only sound is his zipper as I pull it down.
When he looks down at me, I feel the heat of his gaze. It practically smolders as he watches me reach out and cup him with my hand. I stroke him from root to tip, and his breath catches.
Bending, I lightly lick the tip of him. When my tongue finds the slot on the head of his cock, I feel his hands in my hair. Smiling, I lean forward, taking as much of him into my wet mouth as I can. Focusing on him, I begin to work him in and out of my mouth. Sucking and licking as I go. He feels like hard steel covered in taunt flesh.
In a gruff voice, Luke warns me. “Lila, babe. I…”
Ignoring his words, I suddenly deep-throat him, and I hear him give a guttural groan, his hands tightening in my hair, holding me in place while I attempt to finish the job. But at the very last minute, he pulls away. I look up at him in confusion.
His blue eyes gleam with intensity, and he grits out. “Later—I need—inside you.” He roughly pulls me to my feet.
His eyes rake over my body, still in my midnight blue lingerie, and then he’s dragging me over to the armchair. I glance downat him to see his manhood long and thick. I arch my brow, looking up into his eyes, hot with desire.
He bends me over so that my hands are on the cushion of the armchair, my ass in the air. When I start to take off my shoes, he stops me.
“No.” His voice like gravel. “The fuck me shoes stay on.”
The dirty words make me shiver almost as much as the lust in his gaze. My unbound hair falls forward, standing where he positions me—achingly waiting.