Page 46 of Losing Hope

The elevator door slid open, and he moved slowly backward into the elevator, not releasing her from his grasp, and hit the button for the twenty-sixth floor. As the elevator started to climb, Hope pulled her face from his chest and looked up at him. “Where are we going?”

“Myroom.”

“Your room? You’re staying here?” She tried to pull away from him, but he held her caged in his arms. “I just want to go down and call my car, please.”

“No.”

“No?” She struggled a little harder this time to get out of his arms, but she was no match for his strength. “You’re not going to let mego?”

“No.”

“No?” Her voice raised in pitch and concern.

“No.” He looked down at her face then, mascara smudged from her wet tears, her lipstick smeared slightly from rubbing against his suit, and he still thought she was the most beautiful thing he ever saw. “Notyet.”

A long sigh left her lips as they fell at the corners. “Please, don’t do this to me, Gage.”

Before he could reply, the elevator stopped, and the doors swished open to his floor. He turned her so she was huddled into his side and held her as he exited and led them to his room. He pulled his room key from his pocket and swiped it over the sensor, the green light illuminating, indicating the door was unlocked. He turned the handle and then pushed the door open wide and guided her through.

As the door shut behind them, he turned, raised her arms above her head, and pushed her back against the wall. His fingers circled around her wrists, his arms bent at the elbows pressed next to hers, his face hovering inches abovehers.

Her chest was heaving as quick breaths fell from her parted lips, her eyes wide as she returned his gaze. “Gage, what are you doing?”

He leaned forward then and ran his nose along the base of her neck, grazing over the diamonds that decorated it as he moved toward her ear, inhaling her scent as he went. Growling softly, he nipped her lobe and whispered, “There are so many things we should probably talk about, but right now, all I want is to tasteyou.”

A low moan escaped from her mouth as he grazed slow kisses across her cheek before landing on her lips, ending any possibility of further discussion. His grip tightened around her delicate wrists as he pushed himself closer to her body, one of her legs sliding between his, the other falling open. His tongue plundered hers, ravishing her mouth, small whimpers escaping each time he pushed his arousal against hercore.

He tore his lips from her mouth and peppered tiny kisses over her chin, down her neck, to her clavicle, and further down until he reached the bottom of the V of her dress. As he moved lower, he released the grip he had on her wrists and let his fingers brush languorously down her arms and over her chest until they found her breasts. His tongue darted out and traced the lace trim up the inside of the plunging neckline until he reached the swell of her breast. Using his teeth, he peeled the fabric back, exposing her nipple. He placed his mouth over the raised peak and swirled his tongue around the tip, leaving it damp. Leaning back, he blew softly, causing the nub to grow tauter. Her hands clenched onto his biceps, and a groan rolled from her lips each time he swept his tongue over the tip again.

“Gage, please.” Her hands moved to grasp onto his hair, and she jerked his head up to hers, meeting his lips with her own, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth in desperation. He reached down and grabbed her thighs, hoisting her up against his waist, and turned to walk through the sitting area into the separate bedroom. Her arms snaked around his neck, holding tight, her lips never leavinghis.

When he reached the bed, he leaned her back and extracted himself from her grasp. He stared down at her as he tore his jacket off and stretched the tie up and over his neck. Not even bothering to unbutton his shirt, he just gripped the bottom and jerked it over his head in one fluid motion.

She sat up and began to work the buckle on his belt, her eyes fixed on the bulge straining the material under his slacks. His hands stroked her hair back at the same time she yanked his pants down over his waist, his cock springing free. He clenched her hair and wound it around his fist as he felt the heat of her mouth slide down over his length. A guttural moan rose up from his chest, and his head rolled back on his shoulders, his grip tightening on her hair as she glided her tongue up and down his hard shaft. When he felt her lave her tongue flat against the top of his crown, he thought he might come rightthen.

“Fucking hell. That feels amazing.”

“Hmmmmm.” She hummed in response as she sucked him back into her mouth and wrapped her tiny hand around his base, gripping it firmly as she continued working her way up and down his length.

He was so close to coming, but when he did, he wanted to be buried deep inside her, so he pulled on her hair, dragging her mouth off his cock. She looked up at him with dark, lust-filled eyes, questioning, a frown forming on her partedlips.

“I want to be inside you.” He wrenched her head back further and captured her mouth with his, worshipping the very lips that just surrounded his cock. He nipped at the swollen bottom lip she loved to chew and released her hair to cradle her face as he ended the kiss more softly.

“Stand up.” He took her hand and helped her to rise up off thebed.

She moved to drag her hands down his chiseled abdomen, but he stepped back and shook his head no as her mouth dropped open in surprise.

“Take your dressoff.”

Her eyes darted up to meet his burning ones and, without question, moved her hand to the side of her dress and brought the zipper down. Next, she pulled her arms out of the lacy sleeves, causing the dress to fall down and pool at her feet. She stood before him in only a pair of black silk panties, her diamonds, and those sexy fucking shoes.

His own pants had fallen to his ankles, so he stepped the rest of the way out and moved to stand in front of her. As he came closer, her neck craned back to keep her eyes locked on his. Her teeth had captured her lip and were keeping it prisoner again. He lifted his hand and, using his thumb, pulled her lip free. He shook his head and grinned wickedly.

“I don’t need anything else distracting me right now, especially that mouth.”

“Sorry.” It came out as a breathy whisper.

“No apologies, not yet.” He reached forward and pushed her hard enough for her to fall back onto the bed, a yelp coming from her as she landed.

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