Page 43 of Gamble
Reagan’s knees buckled under her. She would have face-planted if Elijah hadn’t caught her. She couldn’t think straight. Part of her brain was screaming at her to move along. Good girls don’t let near strangers finger them to orgasm in the wide open of a public swimming pool. They played it safe.
Conservative.
But in that moment, she didn’t want to be the good girl anymore. She’d played that role all twenty-nine years of her life, and where had it gotten her? Maybe when it came to her career, that was the right course, but in relationships?
She turned herself over, trusting Elijah to not only hold her upright, but to also push her buttons—literally—until she fell over the cliff of ecstasy.
He succeeded at both in record time. Just as the out of breath man in front of her grabbed the woman’s hips and shouted his completion, white spots filled her own vision. Reagan grabbed Elijah’s muscular forearms around her middle as she threw her head back against his shoulder, letting her own waves of pleasure shudder through her body.
Long seconds ticked by as she floated back to reality.
“Such a good girl, coming for me so fast. Although I’m beginning to think there might be a naughty girl in there trying to break free.”
Elijah’s voice felt like her lifeline. How was he saying what she’d just been thinking minutes before?
The feel of his lips nibbling along the crook of her neck up to suck on her earlobe brought a full-body shiver. The man had serious talent, literally pushing buttons she hadn’t even known she had.
With a groan, Elijah loosened his grip, pulling his hand from between her legs. But before he released her, he instead lifted his glistening fingers up to his mouth, sucking them clean.
His one word, “Tasty,” was the last response before releasing her from his embrace. His still-wet fingers linked with her hand, once again pulling them in the direction of the elevator bank to their room.
Reagan’s mind raced with a barrage of thoughts. Was she really about to go to a man’s room where she would almost certainly be having sex with a near stranger?
That was easy to answer. Yes, she was. Only the building catching fire would get her to leave before finding out how talented Elijah Keaton was between the sheets.
The harder question to answer was why she felt like she’d known Elijah forever instead of one day?
A crowd of guests waiting for an elevator acted like a speed bump, forcing her to rein in her need to be behind closed doors. Elijah didn’t help matters when he pulled them into the back corner of a too-full elevator, spinning Reagan around so he could once again press his hard erection against her ass.
With a room on an upper floor, they had to suffer through stop after stop as groups of people exited, finally leaving them alone for the climb of those final few floors. Elijah didn’t budge, despite having more space to separate.
At the door to his suite, he waved the keycard in front of the electronic pad. The lock clicked, but instead of going inside, he propped his foot into the few inches of the now cracked open door and pulled her to face him.
“Last chance to escape, baby. Once I get you behind closed doors, you’re all mine. Got that?” He issued a final warning.
Oh, she got it.
“I can’t wait,” she whispered.
Elijah’s groan sounded a bit like he was suffering through torture. Considering she’d got to come downstairs and he hadn’t, she understood.
Still, his warning prompted her to press him. “Are you always this much of a gentleman?”
His grin was predatory. “Baby, I’m about to take you inside and fuck your brains out. Be warned. I won’t be satisfied until you scream my name loud enough that our neighbors call in a noise complaint. Does that sound like a gentleman to you?”
Her knees wobbled beneath her again at his raunchy promise. The fact that she couldn’t wait to get started was telling.
“Considering you’ve given me every opportunity to change my mind even when you have to know how much I want you… yeah, I think you are a gentleman.”
She’d thought her comment was light… teasing. So why did Elijah’s face get even more serious?
“Your consent is important, Reagan.”
“You’ve given me two orgasms and came in my mouth. I’m pretty sure I’ve been consenting.”
“So far… yes, but baby…” He paused, a flash of something she couldn’t quite understand turned his eyes a full shade darker. “There is so much more I want to show you. I’m just not sure you’re ready.”
His words confused her. She wasn’t some virginal newbie. Hell, she’d been honest. He knew she’d even been married and divorced already.
