Page 26 of My CEO Neighbor
Chapter Six
Monica
The elevator jerked to another stop, and Monica barely registered the mechanical groan because Ted's mouth was moving against hers like he was trying to memorize the taste of her.His hands framed her face with a reverence that made her heart race, thumbs tracing the line of her jaw while he kissed her.When his tongue swept across her lower lip, requesting entry, she opened for him without hesitation.
The kiss deepened, stole her breath and reason in equal measure.She needed more contact, more heat, more of whatever this was that made her feel like she was coming alive for the first time in years.
His hands slid from her face to her neck, fingers tangling in her hair as he kissed her harder.Monica arched into him, and the movement made her acutely aware of how their bodies were aligned—her breasts pressed against him, her thighs bracketing his, the evidence of his arousal hard against her hip.
"Ted," Monica breathed, pulling back just enough to speak.
"What?"His voice was strained with want.
"We should—" Monica started, then lost her train of thought when Ted's mouth found the sensitive spot just below her ear."We should probably—oh wow."
"Should probably what?"Ted's lips moved against her throat, pressing kisses that made her eyes close in desire."Should probably stop?"
Monica tried to remember what she'd been about to say, some responsible adult concern about taking things slow or thinking this through.But Ted's teeth grazed her collarbone, and all rational thought evaporated.
"No," Monica said."Please don't stop."
Ted lifted his head to look at her, and even in the darkness, Monica could feel the intensity of his gaze."Are you sure?Because once I start touching you properly, I'm not going to want to stop."
The promise in his voice made her shiver."Then don't stop.Touch me everywhere."
Ted's response was to kiss her again, deeper this time, his hands roaming her body with a boldness that made her skin sing.When his palm cupped her breast through her yoga top, Monica arched into the touch with a soft moan that echoed in the small space.
"Fuck, the sounds you make," Ted groaned against her mouth."I want to hear every single one."
The elevator emergency lighting flickered back on, casting them in that familiar yellow glow, but neither of them pulled away.If anything, being able to see Ted's face—his pupils dilated with want, his lips swollen from kissing—only intensified her desire.
"You’re so sexy," Ted said."I've been wanting to touch you for months."
She'd never been the type to inspire poetry or grand gestures, had always been more comfortable giving compliments than receiving them.But the way Ted was looking at her made her feel beautiful in a way that went deeper than physical appearance.
"So are you," she said, and watched surprise flicker across his features."Especially when you look at me like you want to devour me."
His laugh was breathless and dark."I do want to devour you.Every inch of you."
"Then what are you waiting for?"
Monica pulled Ted's mouth back to hers, and this time there was no hesitation, no careful exploration.This was heat and want and the kind of chemistry that made people forget every rule they'd ever made for themselves.
His hands found the hem of her yoga top, his fingers skimming the skin of her waist."I need to see you," he said against her lips."I need to touch you properly."
