Chapter 11
ELEVEN
Taking the elevator up to her floor was a balancing act.
She wanted to touch him, and he wanted to touch her.
He didn’t say a word, at least not one that she could clearly hear with the rush of blood coursing through her veins.
It was only a short trip to the fifth floor, but like any kind of anticipation, time crawled and Kay held her room key in one hand and the fabric of her dress in the other. It would only be too easy to turn and reach for the buttons down the front of his shirt.
And in the mirrored reflection of the elevator doors she couldn’t even see his hands and suspected he’d grasped his hands behind his back to keep him from touching her.
It was wrong to wish that he’d keep his hands on her shoulders, or her arms.
Even better for him to step up behind her and slide a hand around.
DING
The elevator doors opened, and Kay flashed a look toward the LED sign over the control panel.
FOUR.
The man that got on was Doctor Macmillan.
“Kay! I’m surprised to see you.”
A voice came from behind her. “We’re headed up.”
The flustered doctor in the doorway looked from the well-lit elevator controls to the man standing behind her. “I’m sorry, did you say-”
“We,” Gibson stepped up beside her, his arm almost brushing hers and forcing the doctor to take a step to the side.
He wasn’t quite outside the elevator car, but there was quite a bit of space between them.
Kay let her breath rush out in a soft sigh. “Sorry, Mac-”
“Uh, I didn’t know that you had… that you had a friend staying with you.”
Gibson stepped forward again and Kay watched him crowd the other man out of the car. “Sorry, we’re headed up.”
Kay would have had to duck under his arm if she was a bit taller, but with her petite height, she could just lean out from under his arm. “Have a nice night, Doctor Macmillan.”
“Uh, sure. You too, Doctor Hata.”
Once the doors closed on the man’s confused face, Kay jabbed Gibson in his side. “That wasn’t all that nice.”
Gibson turned toward her and crowded her against the wall of the elevator.
“Did you want me to be nice to him?”
Kay felt a shiver roll through her spine, but it wasn’t fear.
It wasn’t anything like fear.
It was adrenaline.
It was excitement.
And damn the intoxicating scent of his cologne.
It was anticipation.
She tried to look up into his eyes, but he was so tall that his face was in shadow from the soft elevator fixtures.
Still, she could see his grin. “Should we go back down so I can apologize to the good doctor?”
DING
The elevator doors opened on Kay’s floor.
Gibson turned his head to look at the open doors and reached out his hand. He held them open and turned back to look at her, his question still there in his eyes.
Kay didn’t trust her words at the moment.
She might go and do something stupid like tell him to let the doors close so that they could find the ridiculously irritating man and offer him a meaningless and totally undeserved apology.
Instead of giving him a verbal answer, Kay did something totally unexpected, from her at least.
She reached up and grabbed one end of his tie and gave it a tug.
The knot was stubborn, thank goodness, and it only lengthened a bit as she started for the open doors.
Gibson had to switch hands holding the doors open so he wouldn’t choke as she drew him out of the elevator.
It was a powerful feeling inside of her.
This giant of a man was following her away from the elevators.
Down the hall.
And stopping at her door.
The last one at the end.
He stood there behind her, his hand bracing on the door frame just above her head, as she used the key card to access the room.
The little whir of sound reached her ears as the door unlocked and was comical enough to make her smile before the green light lit up. She turned her head to give him the slightest look before pushing the door open and drawing him in behind her.
It all seemed so easy until the door to her room clicked shut.
Then everything changed.
Everything.
He picked her up off the floor. Off of the floor .
Kay wasn’t sure if that’s why she lost her breath, or maybe it was the impact of her back against the wall.
Oh, it didn’t hurt.
It was just a surprise.
So was the kiss he gave her.
She’d been dazzled by his kiss before, but now she was hungry.
And he fed that hunger with his own.
Kissing before had been gentle in comparison.
A curious brush of lips.
Now Gibson’s mouth ate at her.
That’s the only way she could describe it.
Or maybe she thought that, because she did the same to his.
She wanted.
She took.
She gave.
And he came at her in the same way.
When his lips closed over the pulse just beneath her ear, she felt the press of his body between her legs.
Kay opened her eyes on a gasp. She hadn’t even made the conscious decision to wrap her legs around him, but there she was. The skirt of her dress bunching up around her thighs.
Her thighs squeezing against his ribs, she couldn’t even cross her ankles at his back. Being petite had always been a frustration and now, with Gibson’s broad chest pressed against her front she felt like there was no way they’d be able to fit.
His lips broke away from her throat and she saw the flint-like spark in his eyes.
“Oh, we’ll fit all right.”
She swallowed reflexively and gasped out a throaty moan as he deftly lowered her until she could feel the press of his erection against her sex.
“How-”
“How are we going to fit?”
She nodded and licked her lips which had suddenly gone ridiculously dry.
His grin was full of confidence, and she was glad because it had been a long, long time since she’d had sex of any kind and Gibson’s name, Braun, was suddenly taking on new meaning for her.
“Well, I’m going to make sure you’re wet and ready for me. Then I’m going to enjoy every moment it takes to stretch you wide enough to sink all the way inside you.”
She could barely hear a sound beyond the shallow gasps of her own breath and the frantic pulse of blood through her veins.
His grin became a smirk, and he leaned forward, sliding one arm around her back, the other hand under her thigh to hold her in place as he curled his hips against her.
She felt him everywhere.
His hard chest against her breasts made her nipples pinch tight as he crowded even closer. The pain only made her want him more.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
Kay almost didn’t recognize her own voice. Normally, clear and even, the words were rough and deep.
His quick, deep breaths moved her like the ocean tides pressed up against her as he was.
Just one corner of his mouth tipped up. “How hard is it to get your dress off? I want you naked.”
How was she going to argue with that?
“There’s a zipper, up the side.”
Up the side?
Gibson normally had steady hands, but he had a feeling her zipper wasn’t going to be like the kind he had on his jeans.
Probably not even the thinner version on his fitted slacks.
He stepped back from the wall and set her down on her feet.
Gibson lifted one arm and slid his other hand down her side.
He knew that the zipper wasn’t there, but he liked the feeling of caressing her side.
The lack of any sort of bump under the fabric made him smile.
Stepping to her other side, he lifted her arm and saw the slightly darker line along the seam of her dress.
His fingers grasped the pull and drew it down.
The naked flesh he revealed sent his heart into overdrive.
It was just the sleek flesh of her side, but it was enough.
It gave him the first sight of what he’d fantasized about.
The first taste across his tongue as his mouth watered and he bit into the inside of his cheek.
Gibson had it on his tongue to ask her what was next, but he didn’t need to ask.
Kay lifted a hand to her opposite shoulder and slipped the strap down toward her arm. She repeated the gesture on the other side and when she lowered her arm to her side, the dress slid down. It paused slightly near the tips of her breasts and then fell toward her hands.
It was pure temptation to watch the way her clothes gave way to show him the pure, earthly beauty of the woman before him.
There was just one item of clothing left on her body.
The delicate pair of panties, where the elastic hugged the rise of her hips, was nearly the same shade as her dress, dark against her pale skin.
He lifted his hands to the buttons on his shirt. “Sit on the bed, Kay. Just the edge.”
Gibson tried to keep his hands steady as he freed the buttons, yanking when he should have been easier on them. He tugged the ends of his shirt from his pants and opened the button at his waist only to ignore the zipper as he pushed them down to his thighs.
The soft tearing sound didn’t bother him in the least, but he could see the way Kay reacted to it.
Her eyes opened wider, and her cheeks flushed with color.
The normal ivory tone of her skin made her look even more like peaches and cream than he’d seen earlier.
He drew one foot closer to the other and as he toed off his oxfords, his pants fell over his ankles until it was just his feet covered by his pants.
The wool fell away as he lifted one foot and then the other to remove his socks, but he waited until he was standing tall before her to reach for the waistband of his boxer briefs.
He knew how hard he was, the tent at the front of his clothes and the darker wet spot at the tip of his cock were easy to see.
A quick look at Kay told him she wasn’t just curious about him; she was desperate to know.
He loved the way she leaned forward, her hands on her knees and her arms, squeezed tightly against her sides lifting her breasts and pressing them closer together.
Gibson caught her attention as he stretched the waistband open to avoid snagging his cock. He watched her face as the fabric gave way to leave him naked before her.