Free Reach Me by J. L. Mac, Erin Roth

fervent and demanding. His hips roll forward against mine in sync with the dance of his tongue. Evidence of his desire presses against my stomach each time he thrusts his hips forward.
    God, I want him.
    Russ breaks away from me and both of us work at catching our breath. His cheeks are stained pink while I feel like mine are burning red hot. He runs one hand through his hair and looks at me with one very clear question in his lust-filled green eyes.
    I nod my head yes and Russ pulls me to him hard for one more quick kiss. He fishes his cell phone out of his pocket and presses keys lightning fast, then grabs my hand and tugs me back in the direction we came, through a door and down a dimly lit hall.
    Russ jabs his finger at the call button beside the elevator and the doors slide open right away. I’m pulled in behind him, held close to his side while he pounds a button on the control panel. The moment the doors shut, I’m pinned up against the wall, my legs wrapped around Russ’s waist. He plunders my mouth, his desperation palpable, making the air in the elevator thick and weighted. I moan as his hips make thrust after thrust into my center, his hard length teasing my slick, needy flesh.
    “Please.” An involuntary whine escapes my mouth just as the elevator comes to a stop and the doors chime open.
    Russ folds my hand in his and tugs me forward. I glance around, trying to figure out where we are. It’s some type of foyer, I think.
    “This is mine. I use it for guests mostly, but I stay here sometimes too. The dining area were we just were is mine too,” he explains as if he read my mind. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me as close to him as he can manage. “I’ve waited a long time to meet you. I was worried it wouldn’t happen, so thank you for not having a better job.” Russ smiles that same boyish grin from dinner and I’m putty in his hands.
    “I’d love to say you’re welcome, but unfortunately my lack of luck is all natural.” We both laugh at how our meeting finally played out. I guess it was all fate.
    All laughter subsides when Russ threads his hands through my hair, pulling my mouth to his. “Stay with me tonight?”
    “I’d love to,” I agree, suddenly consumed with butterflies all over again.
    “Dance with me some more,” Russ says, stepping away to press a button on some control panel on the wall.
    He has unbuttoned a third button at the top of his shirt, showing just a glimpse of skin. I can’t look away. I nod as soft music fills this huge space and his arms enfold me possessively but gently. He pulls me as close to his body as he can and guides us into a slow dance. My breathing halts when Russ brushes my hair off my shoulder and drops a tender kiss on the spot between my neck and shoulder. The gesture is purely intimate, and despite my head screaming for me to back away, I liquefy under his masterful touch. He closes his eyes and breathes deeply. He looks so relaxed and so in this moment.
    I wish my mind would stop warning me that this is a mistake. I wish I could relax and let things unfold. I shove away my own personal fears and allow the fire that burns between us to fight back the negative train of thought that seems so intent on dominating this entire night.
    We dance for a long time in silence. Songs fade in and out but we never stop dancing. The warmth of my body pressed to his seems to have silenced any lingering worry about broken hearts and ruined friendships. I can hear only the music. I can smell only Russ’s intoxicating scent. I can feel only his lean body holding mine. I can see only his tempting green eyes. The world seems to fade away, leaving only the two of us. He leans forward, cupping my face with his big hands, and presses his lips to mine. This time it’s not a wild, lustful kiss. I can feel his longing. His lips kiss me deeply, passionately. I moan into his mouth and flex my fingers against his back, squeezing his muscles.
    “Russ,” I murmur against