Page 74 of Undone, Love Times Three

This is getting out of hand for a public place. I’m seconds away from tearing her dress down and putting my mouth and hands all over those breasts.

Holding her hips, I pull back. She almost falls forward, chasing my mouth and a smirk tilts my lips. Her breaths are coming in short pants, the apex of her thighs is hot against mine. I’ll bet if we stayed like this much longer, she would soak through the fabric.

That thought has me almost losing my grip on my sanity where this woman is concerned.

Our eyes meet and lock. Every breath she takes, every rise and fall of her chest, her breasts touching my chest, her thigh against mine. All of it is enough to drive me wild. The key card to my hotel room is burning a hole in my jacket.

Lowering my hand to rest on her lower back again, I lean forward, shifting my head just as our lips are about to meet. I nudge my nose across her cheek bone, along her jaw and under her ear. She shivers in my arms.

My tongue makes her shudder, and she clutches my arms as I lick and nibble her earlobe.

“I want to fuck you.”

Her moan makes my cock press against my zipper and I lean closer to her so she can feel it.

“I want to fuck you too,” she replies. Her breath warms my skin, followed by her lips as she catches the corner of my mouth.

She doesn’t need to say anything else. Stepping back, I take her hand and head out of the bar. I don’t care if anyone is watching, or what they’re thinking. Even though I catch the bartender’s eye and his lip twitches as he wipes down the bar top.

For a moment I wonder how many times he has been a part of something like this but forget him as soon as she presses against me when we’re near the elevator. I’m a little ashamed of how I jab at the call button. It’s taking a really fucking long time to get down here.

When it arrives, three people get out. She leads the way inside, thankfully no one else follows. She steps away from me, pressing her back against the wall as I hit the twelfth-floor button. I turn to face her as the doors close.

There is probably a camera in here so I don’t want to do anything that could end up being watched. Instead, I raise my hand and undo the top buttons on my shirt. Her eyes follow the motion, and she grips the bar on either side of her body, watching me. As more skin comes into view, she bites on her lower lip and squeezes her thighs together.

My cock is throbbing painfully. I use my other hand and stroke my cock, shaping it in my palm. Her breath catches again, andshe touches her lips, like she wants to wrap them around it. And I can think of nothing hotter than that right now.

My jaw clenches as her fingertips trail her collarbone, down between her breasts, feathering over her nipples. That plump bottom lip caught between her teeth. Out of the corner of my eye I see we’re at floor nine. Not long now. And no one else has gotten in with us.

I reach for the zipper on my dress pants and drag it down. Her cheeks flush and a soft pink blush rises on her chest as her lids lower.

“Are you-”

I press a finger to my lips, like someone is going to overhear us. Truth is, her voice is driving me wild. Reaching inside my pants, I take my cock in my hand, still inside my boxer briefs but I’m able to get more friction, more relief.

Her eyes on my hand make my heartbeat thrum in my chest and my cock. Fuck, what I would give to just pull it out right now, and put her on her knees. Instead, I walk towards her. I put one hand down on top of hers on the rail. With the other, I take her hand and press it against me.

“Oh God,” she sighs as her hand wraps around me.

Why the fuck am I wearing underwear? Because you weren’t planning on anything like this happening? My jaw tenses as I stand in front of her, looming over her. Pinning one of her hands down beside us, then moving the other to close around her hand on my cock.

“What if someone gets on?”

My lip tilts. “Then they’ll be surprised.”

Fuck waiting. I take her lips again and she does nothing to stop me. In fact, her hand tightens around my cock, and I hiss into her mouth. I get lost in the feel of her lips and her hands.

It’s only when she pushes at my hand that I realize we’ve stopped, and the ping of the elevator alerts me the door isopening. I step back but remain facing her. She peers behind me as the doors whoosh open. It’s silent.

“This is your floor,” she whispers.

Tucking my cock back in, I pull up the zip and take her hand from the rail where we were both gripping it too hard. She trails along, trying to keep up in her heels as I traverse the hallways to my room. Pushing her ahead, I take out the key card and tap it to the reader.

As soon as the light turns green, I crowd her inside the room. The lights automatically came on the moment I unlocked the door, which is good. Because I want to see her. Every inch of her.

She turns to me, as if she is expecting me to push her against the wall but I step back, and keep going, walking backwards into the room. She watches me, a little unsure. Something tells me tonight is all we’re going to get, I’m not about to rush it.

“I don’t know your name,” she says, biting that lip again.

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