Page 28 of Come Home to Me

“Because of this weekend?”

He nods again. “That’s part of it. The rest of it is how I’m feeling right now. How I always feel when we’re this close.” His thumb grazes my cheekbone as the elevator lumbers downwards.

I tilt my face and close my eyes, and he kisses me.

Heat explodes between us.

The sharp intake of breath.

The rustle of clothing as hands grasp bodies and inhibitions crumble to dust.

He draws me close and I sigh against him, parting my lips, inviting him in. My body screaming yes, yes, my God, yes! Why in the name of all that’s holy have we waited for this? My mind agrees without argument.

Frank’s erection presses against my belly, his thigh parting my knees as wide as my skirt will allow. I grind my hips against him, dropping my head back so he can kiss along my jaw, my neck, my clavicles. He grabs my hair in his fist and yanks, pain melding with pleasure, and I gasp, then moan.

“Holy fuck,” he whispers. “I want you.”

“The elevator’s about to stop. The door will open. Everyone will see,” I whisper and then moan again as he grips my ass.

Frank slams his hand against the stop button. “Not anymore.” He spins me around and lifts my skirt over my hips, then fumbles with his belt. “I wanted to do this right. Take it slow. Make you come so loud you scream my name. But I can’t hold back.”

I spread my legs. “Then don’t.”

Frank slides my underwear to the side and pushes himself past my opening, sheathing himself completely in one quick movement. I gasp as he fills me, stretching me to my limit, pressing against spots that have never felt pressure before. The sensation leaves me reeling and before I have time to adjust, he’s moving.

One hand in my hair.

The other on my hip,

Pulling me into him.

Faster.

Quicker.

Harder.

I come in an instant, blinding pleasure searing through my body, devouring all thought other than yes, God, yes, God, yes!

Frank moans low in his throat. “I’m gonna come,” he says, his voice taut.

“Wait. I want you in my mouth.” I straighten and then drop to my knees in front of him, open my mouth, and wrap my hand around his cock. Two pumps and he spurts, coating my tongue while I stare up at him and he stares down at me.

The moment of connection terrifies me at the same time it satisfies me. I blink and it’s gone.

Frank helps me stand, then drops his attention to his pants, putting himself back to rights before pulling the stop button back out. “You realize this is the start of an addiction, right?” he asks. “I already need more.”

As the elevator resumes its downward trek, I wiggle my skirt over my hips and adjust my underwear. I fight a giggle that might become uncontrollable laughter and stare at Frank with wide eyes. “I will never look at an elevator the same again.”

Something in his face changes, the blink of recognition, and he pulls me in to deposit a chaste kiss on my forehead. “Believe me,” he whispers into my hairline. “I’ve been struggling with that problem since the last time I got stuck in here with you.”

There’s another kiss and he breathes me in before he creates a wide berth of space between us as the doors slide open.

I tug at my skirt as I step off the car and almost run straight into Bree. Her gaze flits from me, to my hair, to the smug smile on Frank’s face. She narrows her eyes, then shakes her head, glaring at me as I walk toward the door.

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