Page 34 of Caffeine & Chaos

“To hell with it. I’ve got something much more important right here.” Ryan swiftly withdrew from her, seizing her hand with urgency. With a determined grip, he hurriedly led her off the terrace and through the ballroom towards the elevators.

“Ryan!” A slender woman with high cheek bones beckoned to him from across the room.

Nadia spotted the woman, one of the models from the fashion show. Ryan gave a curt nod in her direction and forged ahead, practically dragging Nadia behind him as he strode towards the bank of elevators.

Nadia glanced back, catching a flash of confusion on the model’s face before she resumed her conversation with the gentleman beside her. Ryan’s apparent disinterest stirred a surge of possessiveness in Nadia. He belonged to her and no one else.

His finger jabbed the elevator call button forcefully, and he stood rigidly beside her, his hand tightly gripping hers. She could hear his heavy breathing, and Nadia’s legs began to tremble with anticipation. It was evident that he was barely containing himself in this crowded room; she could only imagine the intensity of his passion once they were alone.

The elevator opened and Ryan stepped in, pulling Nadia with him. He immediately pressed the door close button.

The moment the doors were closed, Nadia plastered her body against his, taking charge of the situation. Pulling her dress up over her thighs, she clamped her legs around his waist. In return, Ryan’s hands flew up the back of her thighs and onto her buttocks, his nails digging into her flesh as he pulled her tightly against himself.

He trailed his lips and mouth along her face and neck, nipping and kissing her frantically as she used her leg muscles to bounce against his rigid member. When the chime of the elevator threatened to open the door and reveal them, Ryan fumbled at the controls to keep it closed.

He grabbed her by the waist and pried her off him, preparing to make the walk to their room. As he set her feet down on the floor he leaned in and gently bit her bottom lip, a silent promise of his intentions to ravish her once inside.

Ryan knelt before her, and pulled her dress back down, as she attempted to tuck her hair back into place. As he rose, Nadia straightened his bow tie and smoothed the lapel of his tux.

Without saying a word, Ryan released the close door button and the doors slid open.

“Is there a problem with the elevator?” An elderly gentleman dressed in beachwear was standing outside the elevator.

Ryan breezed past him without a word, striding so swiftly that Nadia struggled to keep pace in her high heels. The flamenco ruffles of her dress danced wildly as she hurried down the hall, her heart racing with excitement.

They stopped abruptly in front of door eight-eleven and a key card appeared in Ryan’s hand. He swiped them in and promptly smothered Nadia’s lips with his. They stumbled through the entryway, their bodies a tangle of limbs; pulling, pressing, and kneading at each other.

Nadia slid her hands inside Ryan’s jacket and pulled one side off his arm while kissing and sucking at his neck. His scent was intoxicating, the pulse of his heartbeat in his throat, mesmerizing. As they continued to push their way into the room, he pulled his other arm out of his jacket and tossed it on the sofa.

Once in front of what was undoubtedly a custom designer sofa, Nadia stood back from him and firmly placed her hands on his shoulders. “Sit” she commanded. It was her turn to work him into a frenzy.

Ryan looked at her defiantly, disobeying her command. Instead, he grabbed her dress at the hemline of the slit and tore it upwards, splintering the fabric apart at the seams. Nadia gasped at his savagery, her sex burning and aching for him with an intensity she had never known before.

“I told you this dress wasn’t going to make it through the night.” Ryan suckled at her ear as he slid his hand inside the rip. He stroked at the waistband of her lace underwear, teasing her as he dipped his fingertips below the rim and out again.

“And I told you to sit.” Nadia pushed him back by the shoulders again and grabbed his belt. She slowly undid the buckle while staring him in the eyes, waiting for his resolve to break. Ryan smirked at her and slid his hand further into her underwear, his fingertips hovering over her pubic bone. They were at a stalemate.

Nadia unzipped his pants and slid her hand inside, earning a soft groan from Ryan as she stroked his length. He was a magnificent specimen, rock hard and velvety smooth at the same time. Nadia smiled as she watched Ryan’s eyes roll into the back of his head.

Just when she thought he was going to break and collapse onto the couch behind him, Ryan’s head snapped back upwards, and he smirked. He slipped his hand further into her underwear, his smile widening as he discovered how wet she was with desire. Nadia’s eyesight narrowed to points as his fingers parted her and rubbed her in an instinctive rhythm. She rocked against him and pulled on his rigid length, momentarily lost in the ecstasy of his touch.

Ryan’s other hand slid around her waist and found what was left of the zipper at the side of her dress. He undid it just enough to pull the top down and cup one of her breasts. He breathed hard against her as he kissed down her neck and over her collarbones, craning his neck to get at her achingly sensitive nipples.

They staggered towards the bed as they stroked and pleasured each other’s swollen flesh. Needing to feel his bare skin against her, Nadia seized Ryan’s shirt and ripped it upwards, scattering buttons across the room. Shirtless, she could feel his warmth and watch every ripple of muscle as he moved.

She sat on the end of the bed and slid her hands down the musculature of his waist, allowing her fingertips to dance over the ripples of his abs. Nadia tucked her fingertips into his waist band and slid his pants and boxers down to his knees, revealing his rigid manhood. She kissed and licked down his stomach while she gently stroked him; his groans spurring her downward. He curled his hand into her hair at the base of her neck.

Nadia teased him with her tongue, flicking and swirling it around his engorged flesh. Listening with delight as his breath sputtered in fits and starts, she took him into her mouth, earning a deep guttural noise from him. He fisted her hair as his whole body tensed in response to her. Gripping his buttocks, she pulled him into her throat, working him in and out with perfect rhythm.

“Oh… Shit,” Ryan bit the words out between strangled breaths.

Ryan pulled back from her and kicked his pants off in one smooth motion; his quadriceps rippling as he shifted his weight from one leg to the other. He slid his hands under the ruins of her dress and Nadia arched her back, easing its path as he pulled it up and over her head. Aching for every inch of her body to be in contact with the satin heat of his flesh, she grabbed his arms to pull him against her.

Ryan pounced on top of her and sucked her lips into his, intoxicating her further. He slowly ran his hand up and down the length of her torso; the edge of his thumb whispering over the side of her breast sending a shiver down her spine. She twisted into his hand, her body involuntarily begging him to touch her achingly sensitive breast. He circled her nipple with his fingertip and began kissing down her neck.

“Ryan, I need you now. I can’t wait any longer.” Nadia whispered into the tussled hair atop his head.

Sliding his palms along the length of her thighs, he settled himself between her legs, preparing to give her what she burned for at last. He gripped her hips commandingly, pressing her quivering legs against his hips. Ryan’s fullness resting against her swollen sex threatened to send her over the edge. As she waited for him to take her, every molecule in the room came to a stop; each one waiting with her in agonizing limbo. She bucked underneath him; trying to push herself onto him.

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