Page 9 of Risk

Because he’s kissing me.

Kaden is actually kissing me.

The feel of his lips against mine has mine parting on instinct. His tongue slips into my mouth, sliding against mine. He tastes like beer and the mint gum he was chewing earlier.

My hand on his shoulder slides up into his hair, fingers curling into the thick strands. I kick off the heels so I don’t fall again. I don’t want anything to break this moment. I lift up onto my toes. That’s one of the things I like about Kaden—he’s really tall.

I’m a tall woman myself, and it’s hard to find guys who are considerably taller than me. But he is, and I fucking love it. I know this isn’t the same for all women, but for me,personally, there’s just something about a guy being taller than me that makes me feel feminine, especially in the sexy kind of circumstances, like this one.

Turning us as if it were a practiced move, Kaden presses my back against the wall of the elevator, and his hand slips under the thigh-high split in my dress and grips my leg. He lifts it, hooking it around his hip, and presses his hips against mine, putting his cock against the part where I want him most.

And, holy crap, his dick is hard already.

I can’t stop the moan that slips from me.

I’m silently thanking Ari for buying me a bridesmaid dress with a thigh split. I owe her big time.

I dig my heel into his firm ass cheek, bringing his cock even closer to me. The rough noise he makes in his throat sends a bolt of lust shooting through me, making my stomach clench. He starts to kiss me harder, like a man starved, threading his fingers into my hair, angling my head right where he wants it.

I’ve never been kissed like this before. So raw and deep and thorough. He’s consuming me whole with this one kiss, and I want him to. I really fucking want him to.

The elevator pings its arrival at my floor. His mouth breaks away from mine. His eyes cut past me, and I turn my head to see the hall beyond the elevator doors empty.

I turn my eyes back to Kaden. His pupils are so dilated that there’s more black than brown at this point, and his hair is tousled from my fingers in it.

“You’ve had two glasses of champagne since you were with me, Beautiful. How many before that?” His voice is low and raspy and so very fucking sexy.

Beautiful. The term makes me internally squeal like a teenage girl.

“If you’re asking if I’m drunk, then no. I know exactly what I’m doing. And what I want to be doing isyou.”

“Fuck, you can’t say shit like that to me.”

I move my mouth closer to his. I feel his hot breath caress my lips.

“I want you,” I whisper. “I guess the only question is…do you want me?”

My breathing, heart, and emotions all halt as I wait for his response.

If he stops this, I think I’ll die on the spot. Dramatic, I know, but it doesn’t make it any less true.

“That’s never been in question.”

My breathing, heart, and emotions all restart, utter exhilaration soaring through me.

Kaden grips hold of my thighs and hauls me up his big body, lifting me. I emit a squeak of surprise as I wrap my legs around his waist.

“Shoes!” I tell him as he starts to move.

They might have been killer heels, but no self-respecting woman leaves behind a gorgeous pair of shoes.

He leans forward, lowering me backward, and I retrieve my heels off the floor.

Straightening up, he strides out of the elevator with me. “Room?” he asks gruffly.

“Four-seven-oh-five.”

I can barely contain my shivers as he carries me down the hall to my room. I honestly don’t even care if anyone sees him carrying me like this—well, except for any of my brothers, but I know none of them are on this floor.

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