Page 31 of Clause & Effect
Thankfully Stetson doesn’t linger. We move quickly, his grip firm as he leads me down another impossibly beautiful hallway straight into the waiting elevator. The doors slide shut with a soft chime, and the instant we’re alone, he releases my hand.
That’s all the warning I get.
His gaze smolders—before he pins me against the wall and his mouth claims mine with a brutal, intoxicating kiss.
And that’s when I lose the ability to think.
Ho. Ho. Ho. Is right, because I’m feeling like one. What is happening?
My mind, my breath, my sense of balance vanish as his tongue sweeps into my mouth. He lifts my wrists high above my head, locking me in place, his rock-hard body grinding against mine until I feel the sharp edge of his need.
I gasp when he tears his mouth away, only to trail scorching kisses down my throat. His teeth graze my skin, and the sound he makes… the promise in it… vibrates straight through me.
When he finally frees my hands, it’s only so his own can roam. One powerful palm slides down the curve of my back, gripping my ass and yanking me up against him, making it impossible to ignore just how much he craves me.
“You’re a witch,” he practically growls as his tongue flicks over the pulse at my neck as if to taste the spell I’ve cast on him.
I can barely breathe.
“We’re in an elevator,” I pant, feeling the need to remind him just in case he forgot.
“I own it. No one will disturb us.”
That’s hot as hell. He owns it.
His mouth moves to my ear, he tugs a bit. Okay… okay…
And then I’m done because his hands are moving all over my body, and I can’t think of anything else.
Ding!
The elevator hits its allotted floor.
Shit! Why? For the first time in my life I would have been okay with the elevator getting stuck.
He cups my face in his hands and kisses me deeply again before pulling back to stare into my face.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says against my lips. “But I need to explain things to you first which is going to take self-control I’m beginning to realize I lack when it comes to you.”
He pulls away from me and grabs hold of my hand again and practically drags me out of the elevator.
“Wait,” I whisper trying to get a grip and a grasp on the whirlwind of emotions swirling through my body.
My legs… can I even feel them right now?
I can’t think about anything but his hands on my body.
Or his mouth on my lips.
Or what it’s going to feel like when…
“Charlie Horse?” Stetson gives me a half smile and stares at me curiously. “You okay, there?”
I stare at him all deer in the headlights and in shock and in all the things I probably shouldn’t be thinking this soon… this fast. And… what?
Fine.
Rudolph,Charlie! My mind shouts the word out at me like it’s an obscenity.
