“Do you like a gentle, easy touch?” He stroked her skin with a feather-light caress and then curled his fingers to apply more pressure as he moved his hands along the back of her shoulders. “Or something rougher?”
Eyes wide, she shook her head. “I don’t know.”
The elevator stopped, and the doors slid open again.
He slid his hands to her br**sts and freed them from her bra.
“Wait,” she gasped. “Someone might . . . ”
He cupped one perfect mound of flesh and gently stroked her hardened nipple with his thumb. “Gentle.”
When no one joined them on the elevator, Melanie released a soft sigh, and her eyelids fluttered closed.
Gabe squeezed her other breast and pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rubbing the straining tip with an increasing pressure. “Rough.”
“Oh!”
As soon as the elevator doors closed again, he leaned forward and drew his tongue over her pretty pink nipple. “Gentle,” he said, blowing a slow breath over her puckered flesh before drawing it into his mouth and sucking with tender care.
Her fingers clung to his scalp. He still couldn’t tell what she preferred; she seemed to enjoy both. He released her breast with a soft sucking sound and turned his attention to the other one. “Rough.” He nipped her reddened nipple and then sucked it into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the hard tip. He scraped her flesh with the edge of his teeth.
“Gabe!”
The elevator doors opened again. This time she didn’t notice. Gabe smiled to himself. That’s better.
He drew away and waited for her to open her eyes before he cupped her pu**y through her jeans. When the heat coming off it registered in his addled thoughts, his c**k began to throb in anticipation. He stared into her beautiful eyes as he slid his fingers between her legs and pressed the heel of his hand against her mound. He rubbed his palm against her, stimulating her clit with just enough pressure to remind her that it was there.
“Gentle?”
The doors shut again, and the elevator carried them closer to their destination.
“Can I have both?” she asked breathlessly.
He grinned and backed her into the wall. He grabbed her ass and pressed his c**k against her mound, grinding with hard, rigorous thrusts of his hips. “Or rough?”
She clung to him, rubbing her heat against his throbbing cock. If she’d been wearing a skirt, he would have surged into her body right then. He could almost feel her slick heat engulfing him, imagine her gripping him as she clenched with release. Almost.
“Oh God, Gabe, f**k me,” she groaned.
His balls tightened with excitement. Drunk with desire, he rubbed his open mouth over her throat. “Did you decide what you want, Melanie?”
“Yes. You. I want you.”
He gave the black lens of the surveillance camera a long hard stare and then bit his lower lip considering what it would mean for her if he went with his instincts and gave her what she wanted right there. Tempting as she was, she deserved better. He could wait. A couple minutes. Max. His gaze shifted to her eyes. “I like a woman who knows what she wants.”
He stepped away and noted they still had five floor stops before they reached the very top, which promised him heaven. Melanie gawked at him for a moment and then struggled to cover her exquisite br**sts before the elevator doors opened again. He nonchalantly pressed the button labeled “close doors” trying to hide his eagerness, trying to pretend he was in control and had maintained his cool.
Yes, he liked a woman who knew what she wanted. He also liked to leave a woman flustered and disoriented, craving his body the way an addict craves her next hit. He stole a glance at Melanie noting she was flushed, disheveled, and glowing with a delicate sheen of perspiration. Gabe ducked his head to hide a self-satisfied grin and focused his attention on his fingernails to curtail his urge to gloat. Yeah, mission accomplished.
Chapter 6
Melanie stole a glance at Gabe, who was leaning against the wall of the elevator car, inspecting his fingernails. She’d been ready to yank off her pants right there in the elevator so he could pound her with that big, hard c**k he’d rubbed so vigorously against her mound. She hadn’t even cared that the elevator doors kept opening. Thinking they might get caught had excited her even more. She’d known a few c**k teases in her life, but she’d never met a pu**y tease before. Maybe it was his way of teaching her a lesson for prying into his personal life. Why else would he suddenly start ignoring her? Had she been too needy? Too desperate? Had she done something to turn him off? Shit!
Melanie crossed her arms over her chest and turned her back to him to face the front of the elevator car. If he thought she was going to beg him to f**k her again, he would be sorely disappointed. She hoped he got a raging case of blue balls. She was going to take him up on that room service, take a look at his tattoos to prove to herself that she was brave, and then leave him with nothing but his hand for company. Maybe next time he’d think twice about getting a woman all hot and bothered and then pretending she didn’t exist.
By the time the elevator doors slid open on the top floor, Melanie had almost convinced herself that she really was going leave. What was she thinking anyway? Yes, Gabe was the sexiest thing on three legs and yes, her entire body was still throbbing with lust after encountering leg number three, but dammit, she wasn’t going to beg him to put her out of her misery no matter how attractive she found him. She took a step forward and then stopped, blinking repeatedly as she took in what was going on in the hallway next to one of the guest room doors. A couple was going at it right there in front of God and everyone. Well, she and Gabe were the only mortal witnesses, but really . . . And then it dawned on her that the bare ass with a pair of leather pants lowered just beneath the rhythmically clenching and relaxing flanks belonged to Shade and the shameless slut with her legs wrapped around his waist, her jeans dangling from one slender ankle and her back pressed against the wall, was none other than Nikki.
“Nikki,” Melanie sputtered. “What the hell are you doing?”
Shade turned his head. He was still wearing his sunglasses, for f**k’s sake. He didn’t even pause his deep, rigorous thrusts as he grinned at her. “Decide to join us after all?”
“Screw you,” she said. A hand settled against her lower back, and her ni**les tightened as if her body couldn’t help but respond to a certain drummer. Dammit, anyway. She couldn’t deny that she wanted him, even though his inexplicable inattention in the elevator had pissed her off. She wasn’t going to leave him alone with his hand, because she didn’t want to be alone with hers.