Page 89 of Claim Me
Cherished.
Two of the four were not things I’d been known for. Yet that’s exactly what I wanted to provide, allowing her to forget if only for tonight.
With no one else in the steel box, I pushed her inside and against the back wall. She tilted her head, her long eyelashes skimming the shimmer cascading across her cheeks. My cock turned to stone, pressing against my trousers. In her eyes was sheer delight. She was also experiencing the same bolts of electricity that had wrapped around us during the excitement of her wins.
“You’re my lucky charm,” she cooed and pressed her hands against my chest.
“Maybe so. A nice haul for your first gambling experience. What are you going to do with thirty thousand dollars?”
“I don’t know. Do you have any ideas?” Every moan was delectable, fueling an uncontrollable need.
“I have plenty of those.” As the doors finally closed behind us, I reached for the button of the floor where our suite was located. The surprise was far too appealing to let slide.
I pressed the stop button, the elevator immediately thudding to a halt.
“What are you doing?” Her question laced with uncertainty, she peered at me with the same tenacity she’d held in the estranged meeting with Popov.
“Whatever I want.”
If nothing else, the meeting had proven that my life would continue to be wrought with peril, the level of danger much worse when guided by a weakness. Yet here I was ready to express the intense hunger that refused to be denied.
She shifted back and forth on her heels, darting a look toward the doors.
“No one can bother us.”
“What about the fire department?”
“We have time. Just enough time.” I crowded her space as I’d done before, yet this time was different. The moment fucking mattered; it wasn’t just about sating my desire. Three times now I’d laid claim to her when doing so wasn’t my right.
I planted one hand on the wall beside her and her gaze trailed from my hand down my arm, subtly lowering to the thick bulge between my legs. With my other hand, I grazed the edge of her jaw and rolled the tip of my index finger around her partially open lips.
“Please,” she begged, but the truest form of pleading was being done by the look in her glassy eyes.
I allowed my finger to slide between her breasts, caught in the sheer indulgence as she whispered my name. I pressed my lips against her cheek, feeling every vibration as her body shuddered. As I brushed my mouth to her ear, allowing my hand to wander down her side, she trembled in anticipation.
“Do you want this?”
Her laugh was clipped as her lovely face twisted in agony. “Yes. Oh, God, yes.”
My fingers crawled down her legs, curling around the material of her dress.
Her eyelashes still fluttering across both cheeks, she rubbed the flat of her hand down my chest to my belt.
“I know what you need and you know I’m the only man capable of giving it to you.”
“Uh-huh.” When she gripped both lapels of my jacket, arching her body as she pulled me closer, my thoughts became sadistic. “Now, shut up and kiss me.”
With her back arched, her lips dangerously close to mine, there was nothing more I wanted than to fulfill her wish. I crushed my mouth over hers and slipped the hem of her dress up past her thighs. She didn’t fight me, instead rolling one arm over my shoulder. Her fingers were nimble and within seconds, she managed to unfasten my belt, unzipping my trousers.
The tender moment was lost, replaced with something more carnal in design. Her long fingers found and freed my cock, the tips stroking me as I’d often see her do with her beloved piano keys. She was hot to the touch, but her lips were soft and succulent, opening freely and allowing me to thrust my tongue inside.
I’d never wanted to consume a woman the way I did with her. With a single flick of her hair dismissing me, the dark cravings had been born, rendering me incapable of thinking clearly.
A full-scale war had almost been started because of my need to protect her. This was something else entirely. This was the need to lay claim in a way that no man would ever dare try to touch her again. The taste of her was exquisite, sweet and sensual, driving my cock to the point of sheer agony.
I dominated her tongue while she mewed into the ragged moment of intimacy. The heat was even more explosive, fueled by the cramped quarters, but that didn’t break my concentration.
She wrapped her fingers around the base of my dick, stroking ever so slowly while creating a moment of friction. My palmslipped between her legs, my fingers curling as I rubbed my skin against the soaked confines of her soft lace. With every muscle tense, I dominated her mouth with the kiss.
