Free Cross-Checked by Lily Harlem Page B

tongue as the soft bristles from his five-o’clock shadow scratched against my flesh.
    My knees weakened; I didn’t know how I’d stay standing if he carried on for more than another few seconds.
    He switched to the other breast. With my palms on his cheeks, I felt them hollow and dip as he kissed and sucked. His mouth was the hottest, sweetest, sexiest thing I’d ever known.
    My knees started to sink. I was going down. I scrabbled my hands over his body and fisted his shirt to support myself.
    The elevator door slid open.
    Still he kept on. His tongue laved at my taut nipple, his hand massaged my other breast. His breaths were hard and fast, heating my skin further. He moaned and the noise swirled like a rumbling echo.
    White light from the corridor spilled around us and I peered over his wide shoulder.
    I gasped.
    Standing stock still and staring, with his hand curled around the silver pole of a luggage cart, was a young bellboy.
    “Brick, stop,” I hissed, pushing at his shoulders. “Stop.”
    “Mmm.”
    I grabbed for my top and yanked it down, forcing it past his nose and mouth. He had no choice but to stop suckling my breast.
    “What?” Brick asked in a hoarse voice, looking distinctly put out at being interrupted.
    “We’re here.” I pulled my top to my waist and grabbed my purse from the floor. “Look.”
    He snapped his rumpled shirt and turned, paused for the briefest of seconds as he registered the slack-mouthed bellboy, then reached backward for my hand. He cleared his throat. “Evening,” he said, stepping forward and tugging me with him.
    “Good evening, sir,” the bellboy replied, shifting the luggage rack so Brick and I could step past.
    I braved another quick glance at the bellboy’s face. His eyes were wide but I didn’t know if it was because he idolized Brick or because he’d seen my breasts.
    I didn’t have time to dwell on it because Brick stopped at the second door we came to and shoved in the key. The light turned green and he pushed it open.
    “Get in,” he ordered in a low, firm voice.
    I heard the elevator door ping shut. Untangling my fingers from his and crossing my arms over my chest, I stayed exactly where I was. This wasn’t going to be easy but it had to be done.
    “What?” His brow creased. “Now what?”
    “I need to get something straight,” I said, glancing left and right. The plush carpeted corridor was deserted. “I need you to agree to something before I step in there with you.”
    He gave an impatient huff. “Quit pretending you don’t want me, Carly. I know damn well you do.” He glanced at my straining nipples. “You’re so damn hot for it you’re about to combust.”
    I tipped my head to the side. “That might be, but if I go in your room we do this my way. You’re bigger and stronger than me but I want to run the show.”
    The corners of his mouth tilted and his eyes took on a sparkle of amusement. “Dominance. I should have guessed by the shoes.”
    I tried to make my face stern. “You keep your hands and your mouth and other parts of your anatomy to yourself.”
    “Sounds dull.” He licked his lips and twitched his brows.
    I pouted. “I promise you it won’t be dull. Do exactly as I say and it will be the opposite end of the spectrum to dull.” I softened my tone. “It will be better than you’ve ever had it before.”
    His eyes deepened to an even richer green. I’d certainly piqued his curiosity.
    “What if I can’t control myself?” he asked, jamming his back against the open door and folding his arms over his chest. He crossed one foot over the other as if he intended this to be a long conversation. Although the straining bulge behind his fly didn’t bode well for a rational conversation. “What if we get in, the door shuts and I jump your bones my way. What if I can’t help myself?” he asked.
    “I’ll scream as loud as I can,” I said. “Everyone will come running to see what you’re doing to me.”
    “You’ll be