“Leave or stay?”
I chuckled, shaking my head ever so slightly. “No.” I ran my thumb along her lower lip. “Leave or kiss me.”
She seemed to deliberate on it, eyes glancing around the room again. “It’s so open up here.”
“Would you like me to close it?”
“What?” She frowned. “You can do that?”
So innocent. So sweet.
“Of course.” I dropped my hand from her face. “Just say the word.”
I didn’t like the hesitance in her eyes. I wanted to hear from her lips that she wanted this. That she knew what she would be getting into if I had the bouncers close the VIP area. I wanted her to submit to her desires. And mine.
“Yes,” she said finally. “I think a little privacy would be… wise.”
I turned quickly, hiding a grin that I was sure rivaled that of the Cheshire Cat.
Even as I walked over to the bouncer, though, there was a niggling thought at the back of my mind telling me this wasn’t a good idea. There was a reason I didn’t take home girls like Elizabeth.
Nice girls. Sweet girls.
I’d already made her harder to forget than the others. And for my own good, they would all need to be forgotten some time or another.
But I couldn’t have stayed away from Elizabeth if I tried. Even just the thought of cutting the night short sent a wave of frustration over me. She’d tempted me with that sweet body, and I was going to have to take it.
It was one night. What was the worst that could happen?
5
Elizabeth
I pictured looking back on this night when I was eighty years old, the memory warming me as the chill of death began to spill in under my door. That night when I was twenty-five and beautiful and crazy, and I had sex with some random guy in the VIP area of a prestigious club without even exchanging last names.
And the memory would start here, with Oliver strolling back across the room toward me, the bass pulsing through the floor and running over my skin like a caress.
My heart hammered in my chest. I watched each step he took toward me.
He was so sure of himself, although I understood why. He commanded attention in a way that Cressida could only dream of. Every nerve in my body sat up and took notice as he slid back down onto the couch.
I worried about how we would progress from here. I’d never done something like this before. But Oliver took control.
“Come here,” he murmured, pulling me across his lap.
I gasped at how easily he was able to move me, like I weighed nothing. He turned me to straddle him, our lips mere inches apart.
He was even beautiful up close. Long dark lashes lined his eyes, but even they couldn’t stifle the intensity and raw masculinity of his gaze. I had the feeling I’d fallen down into the wolf’s den.
And I couldn’t wait to be devoured.
He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer until our chests were flush, then crushed his lips against mine. Heat seared through my veins at the intensity of the kiss. His lips were ruthless and demanding, his tongue darting between my teeth. I moaned in surprise.
I was no virgin. I’d had sex more times than I could count. But I’d never had a first kiss like this. There was no sweetness, no hesitation. He took control of my body, and my mind just tumbled in somewhere along the way.
Oliver’s lips claimed me. He nipped at my lower lip and I sucked in a breath. I shifted on top of him, trying to ease some of the ache building up between my thighs. I was rewarded with a primal growl. He was hard against me already.
His lips dropped to my neck, kissing and sucking as his hands pulled at the top of my dress. The already plunging neckline dipped lower, revealing the top of my bra. He continued downward, pulling me up against him so that he could trail his mouth down to my exposed cleavage.
My dress rode up around my thighs and my butt was probably exposed for the whole world to see, but I didn’t care. I was heady with lust and had the feeling that we were the only two people in this club. In the world. The only two that mattered, anyway.
I’d never done something so spontaneous and daring as this before, never even imagined it, and yet now that I was about to, I couldn’t imagine stopping.
He settled me back on his lap, shifting his hands until they grappled at my breasts. I arched back, lost in the sensation. My skin burned, the only relief I received was where his mouth touched me. But I needed more.
I locked eyes with him. The intensity I found there no longer scared me. I matched it.
“Tell me what you want, kitten,” he commanded, trailing fingers from my breasts to my exposed thigh.
For all my feigned confidence, I couldn’t stifle a gasp as those same fingers inched their way under my skirt.
“Kitten,” he prompted. His voice was stern and sexy. Commanding an answer. Demanding it.
“I want you to touch me,” I breathed.
His eyes lit up and the fire in my belly coiled tighter. I felt sexy and powerful. This was nothing like the awkward first trysts I’d had with boyfriends and lovers over the years.
Oliver captured my mouth again and kissed me fiercely. His rough fingers slid higher under my skirt, finally slipping beneath my panties to stroke my hot core. A shiver of pure pleasure wracked my body as his thumb circled my clit, creating fire just as much as he quenched it.
I still needed more. Would anything ever be enough with him? I wanted to disappear inside his kiss.
He pressed down on my clit and worked a finger inside of me. I arched against him and tipped my head back, urging him forward with my body. He used his free hand to brush my hair from my shoulders before tangling up in it near my skull and gripping tightly.
He owned my body and I loved it.
Teeth bit into the sensitive skin on my neck, skilled fingers continued to slowly thrust inside of me. I admired his restraint. My ass was resting on the physical proof that his desire matched mine, but so far he wasn’t getting any release of his own. It was time to fix that.
I ground down on him, succeeding both in pressing his finger further into me and rubbing myself against his rock hard bulge. His breath came hot against my neck.
“And what do you want?” I whispered in his ear, surprising myself at the grin that spread across my face at the mere thought of what I was about to do.
He nibbled on my earlobe. “I want to fuck you until you scream.”
The involuntary moan that escaped my lips when I heard those words must have pushed him past the point of restraint, because in a few quick movements he shifted me back a little and released his cock from his pants. My mouth was dry with desire at the sight. It jutted up, long and proud, and for a moment I wondered how I was supposed to get it all inside of me.
Oliver produced a foil package from his pocket and sheathed himself as I watched with barely a breath. He placed his hands on my hips and lifted, hovering me over top of him. The head of his cock probed my entrance, already stretching my lips. I wanted more. Needed it. I couldn’t wait any longer.
Taking the initiative, I pushed down along his hot shaft, inch by inch until our hips met again. He groaned in response, so I rolled my hips to take him further, proving that I could meet his lust with the fire of my own.
We moved together now. His hands pulled me up and I pushed back down, creating a rhythm that sent us both into a feverish frenzy. Our kiss was breathless and clumsy, both of us lost in the moment. I had never felt so wild. I had never felt so filled.