off.â
âWhere are you going?â
âAre you kidding me? You have the audacity to ask me where Iâm going? You donât have the right to even speak to me.â Crossing her arms across her chest, she turned her back to him. âIf you must know, I have a date.â
âWith that dude from the pool? Donât do it, Kenya. Heâs bad news.â
âAs opposed to you, a liar and a cheater?â
âKenya, listen to me. That guyâs up to no good, and heâs out to hurt you, to use you as a sex object.â
Kenyaâs eyes widened to the size of silver dollars, and her mouth dropped open, as if she were about to scream. âWhat did you just say? Hurt me? No one can ever inflict the pain on me that you did. Now you want to pretend that youâre concerned about me. Whatever, Maurice. Get out of my way.â Reaching around him, she attempted to press the button for the lobby. Maurice grabbed her hand.
Jerking away, Kenya pushed him against the wall. âJust leave me alone. I donât need you hovering over me like you give a damn.â
Circling his arms around her waist, he pulled her against him and could feel her trembling against his chest. He just didnât know if it was from desire or anger.
âKenya, you can hate me forever, but trust me, this guy is after one thing and one thing only.â
âSo what?â
He shouldâve let her go. He had only her best interests at heart, and she wanted to act as if heâd done something wrong. But she felt so damned good in his arms. Time had stood still in that elevator. She wasnât angry with him, and he hadnât broken her heart. Before another second passed, Maurice leaned in, seizing the opportunity to kiss her succulent lips.
She was sweeter than he remembered, reminding him of his favorite confectionâchocolate-covered strawberries. Slipping his hands underneath her dress, he cupped her perfect ass and pulled her even closer so she could feel his throbbing desire.
For a moment, Kenya was lost in the kiss, allowing him to slip his tongue into her mouth, and she melted against him. But just as quickly as she fell under his spell, she broke away from him and slapped him.
âDonât ever touch me again,â she cried.
âYou sure about that?â he asked, closing the space between them, their lips were almost touching.
Kenya eased back, bumping into the mirrored wall. Maurice knew he was in her space and she had nowhere to go. He pressed the emergency stop button, and the blaring bells of the alarm went off.
âAre you crazy?â she demanded, pressing her hands against his chest.
He grabbed her wrists and sought out her lips. She turned her head, and his lips landed on her neckâa spot that Maurice knew would get her hot. Kenya was rendered powerless under his kiss, and he knew it. Slowly, he moved down her neck, leaving a trail of kisses as he slipped the straps of her dress down. When her breasts spilled out, he took her chocolate-drop nipple into his mouth. With his hand, he stroked her other breast until her nipple hardened like a diamond.
âNo, no,â she moaned, attempting to push him away. Her knees buckled as he continued to suck her breasts, alternately kissing each one. âPlease. Stop.â
Maurice pulled back, running his finger down the center of her chest. âIs that what you really want?â
âNo, yes. Yes, I want you to stop.â Fixing her dress, Kenya pulled the emergency stop button, and the elevator started moving again. She stood as far away from Maurice as she could, holding on to the rail behind her because her knees were shaking.
As soon as the door opened, she bolted off the elevator, nearly knocking over an elderly couple attempting to enter.
Maurice licked his lips as he watched Kenya run away. Now that he had a taste of her again, he wasnât going to be satisfied until he had all of her. But he was going