Chapter 5 MY DESIRES

ELAINE

The elevator ride to his penthouse had been a blur of heated kisses, roaming hands, and shallow breaths.

By the time the door to his penthouse clicked shut behind us, I was already all over him.

Damn it, he was such a phenomenal kisser!

His lips crashed into mine, rough and hungry, stealing what little breath I had left. He pressed me back against the door, pinning me there as his large hands gripped my waist, his fingers digging in just enough to make my body buzz.

"Eager, aren't you?" I teased between kisses, my voice breathy but still laced with sass.

He pulled back just enough to look at me, his dark green eyes burning with desire.

"You have no idea."

Before I could respond, he leaned in, capturing my lips again, his tongue sliding against mine in a way that made my knees weak.

His dominance was intoxicating, his sheer presence overwhelming, and I loved every second of it.

I managed to break the kiss, gasping for air, and smirked up at him.

"Is this your best move? Because I'm not that impressed-"

The words died on my lips as he slid his knee between my legs, pressing it firmly against my core. A sharp gasp escaped me as the pressure sent a jolt of heat spiraling through me.

Fuck!

"What was that?" he asked, his voice low and teasing, his knee pressing up harder against me.

I bit my lip, unable to stop the moan that followed. My hands clutched at his shoulders, desperate for something to anchor me as I shamelessly humped my hips against his thigh, seeking more of that delicious friction.

"That's what I thought," he murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. "You're so wet for me, aren't you? Fuck, I can see you soaking my pants,"

The filthy words sent another wave of heat pooling between my thighs and I involuntarily bucked my hips.

"Cocky much?" I shot back, though my voice wavered as I continued to grind against his knee, chasing my release.

But just when I was on the edge, his knee disappeared, leaving me whimpering in protest.

"You're no fun," I pouted, my breathing ragged as I playfully glared up at him. A wicked grin spread across his face.

"The only thing that's going to make you cum tonight is my dick."

He was so fucking vulgar, and I loved it.

My lips curled into a smirk, my sass returning despite the ache he left behind between my thighs.

"Bold of you to assume you're up to the task."

His response was immediate.

He bent down, his strong arms sliding under me and lifting me effortlessly. Instinctively, my legs wrapped around his waist, and I felt the hardness of him pressing against me through our clothes, making my breath hitch again.

"Let's see if you're still talking shit in five minutes," he growled, carrying me with ease toward what I assumed was his bedroom.