02

LAURA

Well, one thing was for sure; My night just got better. 

He glanced at me, took one step into the elevator, then did a double take almost as if he couldn’t help himself. After a second, he seemed to realise that he was staring and that he was holding back the elevators, stopping it from moving. 

Giving his head a sharp shake, he stepped in and the doors finally slid shut. Not only was I glad that I wasn’t alone in here anymore, but I was also glad that the person who joined me, had to be the most gorgeous man I had ever met in my life. And here, I thought Balery’s husband was the most handsome man in existence. This man gave him a run for his looks—and money, judging by the expensive as hell tux he wore and the Rolex watch on his hand. 

As the doors slid shut, his presence filled the room, making it seem smaller in size, but somehow not cranking my claustrophobia, and his scent filled my nostrils. He smelled of pure male and something expensive. His cologne.

I allowed myself to check him out since he was obviously doing the same to me. He was tall, a whole foot taller than me, with a big frame. He was big without being bulky, just as I liked them, and the tux he wore moulded to his body, promising deliciousness under the pieces of clothing he wore. He had jet black hair, cut close to his head on both sides and longer on the top. It flopped to one side of his head messily, as if he had been running his hands through it all day.

I fisted my hand, fighting the urge to run my hands through them as well.

He had light green eyes, a straight nose, full pouty lips that begged to be kissed, and a square jaw. Right now, that jaw was clenched, looking as though it could crunch granite. 

I met his eyes and was staggered by the desire that blazed in those mesmerising green depths. I wasn’t surprised, but I was flattered, because unlike the other guys that had tried to get my number back at the party, I was actually attracted to this one. How could I not be? He was drop dead gorgeous.

“What floor are you going to?” He asked me. Was it pathetic to say that I almost came just from the sound of his voice? 

It was deep and low and it boomed across the small place, making all my lady bits stand at attention. How could only his voice do that to me? I had never been so attracted to a person in all my life. 

“Fifteen.” My voice came out all breathy and horny. There was no hiding the fact that I was horny and from the way his eyes flared, he picked up on that.

He took one step towards me, gave a pause, then took another, and another. He was crossing the small space towards me. Slowly, but surely. In some part of my mind—the part that was still functioning—I realised that he was only coming towards me in such a slow pace so as to give me the chance to tell him to back off. So why wasn’t I asking him to stay away?

Simple; Because I wanted him. 

When he finally crossed the small space to me, he didn’t stop a few feet away from me, no, he walked right into my personal space, staring at me all the while he closed the distance between us, those green eyes of his burning in their intensity. I felt like they could see into my soul. Like they could see the lust I was trying to hide. Like they could see everything that I wanted to do to him. Everything that I wanted him to do to me.

The force of the lust in his eyes was too much, and it had me taking an involuntary step back until my back was flat against the wall of the elevator. His eyes sparked, and he took that last step, following me, caging me in by bracing his right hand on the wall beside my head. 

Like this, with him standing so close to me, I had to tilt my head up to look at him, while he looked down at me. I felt incredibly small and fragile and the image of him looking so big and powerful, had my arousal surging. My breaths came in small pants, my heart, slamming against my ribcage. What was happening to me? Was I about to have a heart attack? 

His extended hand made his tux pull tighter, clinging to the muscles in his body. I was eye-level with his chest and right now, I wished his tux was gone. I wished everything he was wearing, was gone so that I could devour him with my eyes. 

I looked up at him again, and almost wished that I hadn’t.

“Whats your name, beautiful?” 

My heart skipped. 

“Laura.” The word came out on a whisper. 

His eyes glinted and he lifted his free hand, bringing it to touch my face. I jolted when his fingers made contact with my skin and I was too horny to feel embarrassed about my reaction to him merely touching me. Seriously, what was up with me? Why was I reacting this was towards a guy?

Usually, I had the upper hand with guys, not the other way round. So, I was ashamed to say that this man had me fumbling all over the place. My panties were a mess, my heart was racing itself into a heart attack. I had found it hard to remember my own name, for fucks sake. 

I needed to get my control back. This wasn’t me. 

Yet then he said, “Do you want to get fucked, Laura?”

And the remainder of my dignity, shame, and self control melted. First of all, the way my name rolled out of his lips was nothing short of erotic, and then him asking me if I wanted to get fucked? 

Hell, I was a sucker for confident men. Throw dirty talkers into the mix? I was a goner This man was both.

I wasn’t even ashamed when I moaned the word, “Yes.”

His teeth flashed white on a grin—that almost had me coming—and his head fell forward. Before I knew it, he had sealed his lips over mine in a kiss.

A kiss that topped all other kisses. 

His mouth moved against mine, his hand sliding down from my face to grip my waist, his fingers, digging into my flesh. He slanted his mouth over mine and his other hand left the wall to angle my head exactly how he wanted it. Just the way he needed it. 

I moaned into his mouth and met the ferociousness of his kiss, a kiss filled with hunger, passion and unequaled lust. I dragged my tongue along the roof of his mouth—it drove guys crazy whenever I did that—and he groaned long and low, the sound echoing through my body and then settling on my core. It clenched painfully, hungrily and I shamelessly grounded my hip onto him, trying to alleviate that emptiness. 

Since he was far taller than me, I ended up humping his leg and he groaned again, his hands sliding from my waist to my hips to grip me, forcing me to stop moving. 

I almost protested out loud. In fact, I was pretty sure I made a sound, except that it was drowned out by the kiss. What was wrong with him? Why was he stopping me? 

And why hell was I so out of control? 

He ate at my mouth for a few more minutes, not even giving me the chance to come up for air then he broke the kiss, moving to nibble on the side of my mouth, playing with my bottom lip, then the upper one. 

The elevator dinged, causing us to pull back. Reluctantly, of course. 

His hand was still on my hip, and although he wasn’t digging his fingers into me anymore, he had span them out to reach my ass. From the look in his eyes, he was not ready to remove them anytime soon.

A pin had fallen out of my hair, so stray hair now settled in front of my face. He lifted his hand and pushed them softly behind my ears. 

I swallowed. How could one man be so ferocious one moment and then gentle the next?

“Will you come with me to my room?” He asked, still playing with the lock of hair.

Did I want to go with him to his room? Hell yes.

Should I? 

I didn’t know him. Didn’t know where he had come from. He had only stepped into the elevator with me and I felt an attraction to him that I had never before felt in my entire life. 

But didn’t I prefer sex with strangers? The lesser they knew about me, and I, them, the better it was for me. Why not just embrace tonight with this sexy stranger and then forget all about him tomorrow? 

I didn’t even live in this part of the city, had only come here because it was the location of the wedding. So if he lived here, the chances of us seeing each other again was slim as hell. 

“Laura?” He asked again, dragging my eyes to his molten green ones. The heat in his eyes was so palpable, it had me shivering. And when he saw it, his eyes darkened anew. 

I had never wanted a man as much as I wanted him. Was I seriously thinking about it? Who knew when I would be able to dig a man as much as I did him? 

So with a nod, I said, “Yes.”