Page 5 of Protected By West
By the time they stepped onto the elevator, Tracy touched the eighth-floor button and he touched the twelfth.
The doors started to close, and he saw her smile in the mirrored surface of the elevator’s walls and he felt the pulse in his neck kick up. The same pulse that fed blood to other parts of his body.
He knew before his next exhale that this wasn’t a moment to walk away from.
This was a moment to reach out for.
To take hold of.
He’d always been someone to play things close to his vest and as a Texas Ranger in Special Operations SWAT? That vest was made of Kevlar and came with long and often unpredictable hours.
West turned to look at her, looking for any sign that she was feeling the same way, or hell, even close.
Tracy’s shoulders lifted as she turned, her foot stepping back as she looked up at him.
The moment her lips parted he knew he wasn’t about to let this moment go.
When the tip of her tongue traced the inside curve of her lip, he wasn’t going to wait a second longer.
“I wonder how much trouble we can get into in seven more floors.”
Her lips parted further as if she was about to answer him, but she didn’t have time.
West wrapped his arm around her as he stepped in.
His lips covered hers a moment before he had her against the wall.
He braced them with his free hand, wrapped protectively around the back of her head.
She tipped her head back, opening under him and he wanted to reach for the emergency stop button on the elevator. But nothing killed a mood like a blaring alert siren and he didn’t want to take his hands off of her.
There wasn’t enough time.
He felt her shift against him and her arms wrap around him. The moment her hands touched his back, she was pressed tight against him.
There was something special about this woman’s body. The way she fitted against him was magic. In the cool interior of the elevator, she was warm against him.
West knew there wasn’t a lot of time and he had to leave a… lasting impression.
His fingers had been cradling the back of her head and he shifted them, grasping the hair just about the nape of her neck.
He’d just meant to get a better angle to tangle with her, but the soft, breathy noise that came from the back of her throat?
It took what was left of his thinning control and better sense and snapped it in half.
The hand he had around her back dropped down, smoothing over her waist and over the curve of her lower back.
His goal, filling his palm with the gorgeous ass he’d been stealing glances off throughout the night, but before he had to even consider how to move her forward, away from the wall, she wrapped herself tighter around him. It gave him just enough room to slide his hand between the wall and the most amazing ass he'd ever gotten his hands on.
Tracy clung to him, her legs naturally parting around his as he rocked forward against her.
A soft ping from the control panel told him that they were coming close to stopping.
The trick was, he didn't know what to do when they did.
The eighth floor was where Tracy had her room.
She turned her head slightly to the side and met his lips again for another kiss, her fingertips digging into his back.
