Using my hands on her hips, I press her back until she is against the wall of the elevator. Gasping into my mouth when I trap her body with mine, Lila runs her hands up into my hair, to kiss me harder. Unable to stop, I slide my hand up the satin fabric of her dress until I feel the hardness of her nipple beneath my palm even through the material. I brush my thumb over the sensitive tip and then pinch her gently. Arching her back into the contact, she breaks the kiss to let out a gasp. “Oh God, that feels so good. Please don’t stop,” she says while she slips the thin strap of her dress off her shoulder to reveal she wears nothing beneath. As I take in the sight of her naked breast and tight nipple, a throb starts between my legs. No fool, I don’t hesitate to replace my hand with my mouth and suck her in.
The taste of her nipple under my lips, hard from needing me, almost makes me come. Every fantasy in the last twenty-four hours does not compare to the actual feel of her. When she presses herself harder into my mouth, the throbbing between my legs turns to an ache. I suck with more intensity and feel her breathing hitch. Suddenly, all I want is to make this incredible woman come. While I continue to tease her nipple, I pull at the dress, lifting it until I can slip a hand under the hem. Her skin is hot, and my fingers burn making her moan with pleasure at the contact. “Touch me,” she whispers in my ear. “Feel how wet I am for you.”
Suddenly, her words set a fire raging through me, and tasting her nipple is not enough. I pull my mouth away while sliding her dress higher until it is around her hips, only to realize she is naked under it. “Jesus,” I growl, and with ease, I lift her off the ground to slip my body between her legs. A cry of surprise and excitement escapes her throat, and then she is wrapping her legs tight around me. Grabbing her backside, I grind against her with so much intensity the fabric of my clothing slides over my clit. Her low moans let me know something similar is happening to her. Suddenly, we are in unison in what we want. She pushes against me while I thrust, using the wall against her back to add even more pressure. As much as I am taking her, she rides me hard in return, using her legs to hold me close. The feel of our bodies rubbing together makes our breath come quickly, and my clit starts to twitch. “Lila, God, I’m going to come,” I say, my voice shaking. “Do you want that?” A whimper is her response, and the sound is too much. I increase the speed of my movements and am rewarded when she starts to shake.
“Oh yes,” she cries. “Yes, yes, yes.” I answer by grinding harder, and then I am coming, too. An orgasm, so intense my knees nearly buckle, rips through me. Only because I am supporting both of us do I fight to remain standing. Burying my face in her neck, I shake with release. I haven't even touched her really, or felt her slippery and hot under my fingers, yet I am nearly limp from the climax. The thoughts of pushing inside her to feel the tight heat I know I will find there makes my arousal climb again. All I think now is getting her to my room and fucking her over and over all night. Yet, somehow, I can tell from the change in her body, this will not be the case. “Set me down, Jael,” she asks as she unwraps her legs from around my waist.
I comply without comment knowing what happened between us was in the heat of the moment, a release she needed, and now it is over. As she straightens her clothes, I restart the elevator. Neither of us looks at the other while the car rises. My heart aches knowing there is so much I still want. A part of me thinks I should feel used, yet I don’t. We both wanted this, and after all, I kissed her first.
At last the ride stops, and as the doors slide open, I hold them so she can step out. Still, we do not speak or make eye contact. The moment is beginning to take on the feel of an embarrassing mistake, and now I can't make my escape fast enough.
When she is in the hall, she turns back to me. Our eyes finally meet, and the look I find is not embarrassed or shy, but hot and bold. “Come to my room in fifteen minutes.” All I can do is nod. “Good,” Lila replies. She leaves me standing there, and I don't move until she disappears into her suite. This sexy, sophisticated, incredible billionaire wants me, and I won't leave her disappointed.
9
I don’t know what to expect while knocking lightly at Lila's suite. My mouth is dry, and my heart races from anticipation, yet a surprising sense of nervousness makes my stomach tight as well. Perhaps I have misinterpreted her intentions. Still, her request to come to her room was clear, so even if what happens next is purely business, I won’t look entirely foolish. The sudden thought she might be about to fire me pops into my mind. Our passion in the elevator, as incredible as it was, might have been going too far. After all, I am here as her bodyguard, and becoming physically involved is the worst thing I could do. If only she would open the door and put me out of my misery one way or the other.
As if on cue, I hear the door’s lock click. Then, it opens to reveal Lila now wearing a navy-blue silk kimono. If my instincts are correct, and from the small mounds I see from the hardness of her nipples under the fabric, she’s wearing nothing else.
“I wasn’t sure you’d do it. Come to my room, I mean,” she says stepping back to let me enter before she closes the door.
All I do is smile. Like I would ever be able to do otherwise.
Stepping closer, I look into her eyes. “Nothing could keep me away. Although I did worry that I was too rough in the elevator.”
At this, she laughs. It is light and holds a hint of surprise, as if what I said was ironic. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to come so badly,” is her response as she pulls at the tie to her robe. It falls open to reveal my guess was correct. She is naked and my eyes roam her smooth collarbones, linger at her breasts, then down her tight stomach to the patch of blonde hair. My hands twitch for wanting to touch her, but I am patient. There seems an unspoken message: she is in charge of what happens next. Again, I am reminded that under her warm and generous exterior, there is someone who demands control. It is something I will relinquish to her, for now at least. “Would you like something to drink?” she asks studying my face as my eyes take her in.
I shake my head. “No, but shall I make you one?”
She looks into my eyes, and there is hunger there. “I don’t want anything…” she murmurs, holding out her hand for me to take. “…but you.”
Her words spark a throbbing in me, culminating in an ache between my legs. I could not ask for more than to be wanted by this amazing woman, and accepting her hand, I let her lead me to the bedroom. A single lamp casts the room in low light. The covers are pulled back on the bed so only the sheet remains and across it are four silk scarves, all different, so I know this was not anything planned. Still, their intention is clear.
This gives me pause. As much as I am filled with desire, I have never been restrained. Before I consider my response, and although a sexual energy sparks in me at the idea of maybe, Lila turns back to me and smiles. The look is sultry, but with a touch of amusement.
“Don’t worry, Jael. Those are for me. I want you to tie me up.” Now the spark I feel roars into a flame, and I suck in a sudden breath of excitement. This elicits a chuckle from Lila. “Am I to assume you like the idea?”
“I do,” I reply nearly shaking with wanting her. Although I have tied a woman’s hands before, this will be new. As every part of me throbs with arousal, my only concern will be containing myself. If she touches me anywhere right now, I will come in an instant.