Page 69 of Dare To Live

She glares at me.

“Red or green, Kitten?” I lean closer. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while. No repeat performance of the cabin. You want me to suck your nipples until you come? You got it. You want my tongue on your clit? It’s all yours. You want me to fuck you until you scream? As many times as you can handle,” I whisper.

Her breath hitches.

“All you have to say is green.”

Her fingers curl into the front of my shirt and her eyes lock on mine. “I want you to kiss me.”

“Tell me you want me.”

“I want your mouth.”

I shake my head. “Not good enough, Princess.”

“I want your cock.”

“Try again.”

“I want you to make me come.”

“And I will. When you admit you want me.”

She tugs on my shirt. I turn my head, so her lips connect with my jaw.

“Eli!”

“Nope. I’ll kiss you when you admit you want me.”

“Not going to happen.”

I unclip my seatbelt and throw open the car door. “Then you’ll have to be satisfied with my mouth everywhere except on yours.” I unpeel her fingers from my shirt and climb out.

Her eyes are on me when I open the door and hold out my hand. “Time to decide. Red or green?”

She takes my hand, and steps out of the car. “Green.”

I guide her into the hotel, pull out my keycard and call the elevator. When the doors slide open, I step back to allow her inside, then follow her in. When the doors close, I back her against the wall and drop to my knees.

“The penthouse is on the top floor.” I hold up the keycard between two fingers. “Tap the screen with that.” My hands push up the skirt of her dress and I kiss my way up her thigh. “Open your legs.”

“How many floors until—” She gasps when my tongue connects with her clit.

I give her a long leisurely lick before drawing back to answer her. “I can listen to the whole of MCR’s ‘Teenagers’ before we reach the penthouse.” I press a kiss to her thigh. “We’re not leaving the elevator until you come.”

“But what if someone gets in?”

“Then they’ll have a show to watch on their journey.”

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She’s sobbing, writhing against my face, fingers clutching at my hair as she comes on my tongue when the doors open into the penthouse. I don’t give her a chance to catch her breath. I rise to my feet, grab her hand, and pull her out of the elevator.

I pull her dress over her head and toss it to one side, then wrap my hands around her thighs and lift her. Her legs wind around my hips and her mouth attacks my throat while I carry her through the bedroom.

“Take your clothes off.” Her demand is emphasized by her hand dropping to push between our bodies and under the waistband of my pants. “I want to touch you.”

I drop her onto the mattress and unknot my tie. Her eyes follow the movement. I lift an eyebrow.

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