Chapter 19 #2
“Just trust me,” he said, pushing open a narrow door and tugging me inside before shutting it behind us.
The room was dark and small, the faint scent of cleaning supplies and linen in the air. It was a closet. Definitely a closet, but I barely had time to register that before his hands were on my face and his mouth crashed into mine.
Hot. Urgent. No hesitation.
I kissed him back just as hard, my fingers fisting in his shirt. All the restraint we’d been pretending to have evaporated on contact. His body pressed me back against the wall, solid and unyielding, and I gasped into his mouth when he leaned in fully.
Our first kiss had been electrifying, but somehow, this was even better, all pent-up, and desperate, and fueled by too many almosts.
His mouth moved to my neck and he pressed himself up against me. I felt every inch of him again, harder now, and it sent a sharp, needy pulse straight through my body.
I made a sound I couldn’t take back, so desperate even to my own ears that I wasn’t surprised when he froze. Breathing hard, he murmured against my lips, “If you want to stop, tell me now.”
Instead of talking, I wound my fingers into his hair and kissed him again, deeper this time, and it seemed that was all the answer he needed. Our kisses became more frenzied, our hips rolling against one another with no rhyme or reason to the thrusts.
Pleasure streaked through me when he pushed his thigh between mine again and I moaned, unable to hold back the sound as that familiar sensation took root deep inside.
Sullivan let out a noise that was almost animalistic in response.
He grabbed a handful of my dress and shoved it up until the entire skirt was pooled around my waist.
He slid a hand between us, fingertips skating at the elastic of my panties before he wrenched his mouth away from mine. “May I?”
“Please.” Our lips crashed back together, but I still cried out when he slid his fingers around the front panel of my underwear.
A deep groan vibrated through him when he stroked his fingertips through my slick folds, teasing my entrance until I couldn’t even breathe while kissing him anymore. My fingers tightened their grip on his hair as my head dropped back against the wall.
Sullivan kept going, stroking me with these quick and expert touches that made my lids slam shut and my breaths come in panting gulps. His hips were still rocking against my thigh, but when I reached for him, he grazed his teeth against my neck where he was kissing me.
“Don’t,” he rasped. “Not yet.”
I licked my lips but nodded, too close to get into an argument with him about this right now. The things the man could do with his fingers were insane, and he was driving me closer and closer to the edge at a pace that was, frankly, alarming.
When he slid a finger into me, swirling his thumb around my clit, I was done. The orgasm sped through me like a race car on a track, making me clamp a hand over my mouth to muffle my screams. He held me up, not stopping or letting his rhythm falter until I sagged against him.
But when I kissed him again, I felt him starting to retreat and my fingers curled around his shoulders. “No, Sullivan. What are you doing?”
He looked up at me from hooded eyes. “I’m not sure.”
“I want you,” I murmured, pulling him closer and pushing myself up on shaky legs to brush my lips against his. “Don’t even ask me if I’m sure right now, because I absolutely am.”
He kissed me again, deep and desperate, his palm heavy and warm on the side of my neck, but as I dropped my hands to his belt, he broke away from me. “Fuck, you have no idea how much it pains me to say this, but I don’t have a condom on me, Bree.”
“What?” I blinked hard, certain I’d hallucinated. “You don’t…”
Even in the dark, I saw him grimace. “I didn’t bring a date, remember?”
“And you don’t carry an emergency stash in your wallet?” I didn’t even care that he could absolutely hear the incredulous, exasperated disappointment in my voice. “Are you serious?”
“I’ve been busy,” he protested on another groan, bending over to plant a soft kiss on my lips. “It’s okay. We’ll go back to the party—”
“No.” I pushed my fingers into his waistband, not about to be deterred again. “There are things we can do that we don’t need a condom for, and you’re not leaving this closet like… that.”
As I started undoing his belt, I heard his labored breathing hitch, and I turned us then so that he was against the wall instead. He didn’t even pretend to argue or not go along with it, just dropping his head against the wall and watching me as I undid his fly.
In the dark, I couldn’t see very much, but I looked into his eyes as I dropped to my knees in front of him, wishing I could see his face right now. I couldn’t but still kept my eyes on him as I lifted his pants and his underwear over his raging erection.
I wrapped my fingers around the thick base of him, wishing even more that I could see what he looked like in all his glory. He was so hard that I really could hang a flag on it tonight, but instead, I licked a line around his tip and shivered when he let out a soft, but needy moan.
Deep down, I cursed the gods of prophylactics, but I was also pretty happy with just getting to do this for him. There wasn’t a single part of Sullivan Crowne I didn’t like right now, and this was no exception.