The cognac had taken the edge off her nerves and she could barely believe the words coming out of her mouth. But if she was going to be the person she wanted to be—which was independent, self-actualising and free—then she had to start making changes. This was as good a first step as any.
Besides, the guy clearly hated confined spaces, so she was just doing her civic duty by distracting him, right?
She looked up into beautiful eyes that were denim blue and hazy with lust. Lit by the white light of his phone, he looked like something she’d dreamed up—tall and toned, gorgeous strawberry-blond unruly hair and two days’ growth on his jaw that she wanted to scrape her skin against.
He wasn’t cocky or arrogant, but the very act of pushing her unwanted admirer away and then walking away himself—no come-on, no smart moves—had made her heart trip and her imagination run riot. Who was he? Why had they held hands not once, twice, but three times? Why had his first touch made heat pool low in her gut? How could a man make her feel so sexy when she barely knew him?
‘You can be my first adventure. I don’t want to know anything more than your name: Ethan, the racing driver.’ She took his phone and killed the torch app, throwing them into a sensual muted darkness.
‘Claire.’ He powered her back against the wall. He may have been chivalrous, but he definitely knew what he wanted. ‘You want to show me some of your acrobatic moves now?’
‘Kiss me first.’
Claire Durand! Asking so blatantly. Her friends would be proud. The first touch of his mouth was scorching. There was no hesitation, no gentle learning. He was exactly what she needed. This kiss was what she craved, the hot, sweet stroke of his tongue turning her limbs almost to liquid, the press of his hand on her face, then her throat, then her breast.
She ran her hands round his neck, breathing in the scent of fresh air and something exotic.
He slid his hand under her bra and stroked her nipple. ‘You like that?’
‘Yes.’ She was so turned on she could barely manage to speak. Any minute now the lift could start. Any minute now they’d have to stop. She didn’t want him to stop.
He breathed against her neck. ‘Any other items on your list?’
‘This.’ Running her hand over his jeans, she felt the outline of his erection. ‘Sex with a stranger. I didn’t write that, Marianne did.’
‘I like Marianne. She sounds like a good sort.’ He drew back, ran his hand up her thigh, making her laugh and squirm. His fingers played with the lace edging on her panties, making her writhe against him. ‘But I like you a whole lot more.’
‘I like you too.’ With a flick of her fingers she had his zip down and then she had his length in her hand. He was so hard. For her. To know she’d made him like that made her feel powerful, strong and almost unbearably turned on.
Kissing him hard, she barely noticed as he tugged her panties down. As she stroked his erection he groaned curse words at her throat, intensifying her need.
‘Do you have a condom, my knight?’
‘Here.’ Discarding his jeans, he reached into a pocket, unwrapped the condom and sheathed himself in a matter of seconds, though it felt long enough to drive her crazy with longing. Then he lifted her to sit on a rail she hadn’t even noticed was there, cupping her bottom with strong hands. ‘You sure about this?’
‘Yes, but space is limited.’ She felt his back ripple with what she imagined must be anticipation, but she wasn’t so sure. ‘Now’s the time for the show and tell acrobatics.’ She curled her leg round his waist and tugged him closer. His erection was tantalisingly close, nudging against her opening. ‘I want you to know I don’t usually do this.’
His forehead was against hers. ‘Neither do I. Never.’
‘It’s just... I want you. I don’t even understand why. I just do.’ She couldn’t explain it, didn’t want to understand why she’d been attracted to him the second she’d seen him. Lust at first sight. And more...there was a lot about him that intrigued her. She just knew she wanted him. Now. She took his hand and encouraged him to lift her other leg around his hips. ‘Please.’
He nudged into her, pausing briefly for her to open for him. His words were like a balm on her throat. ‘To freedom.’
‘Yes. More.’ Her mind misted with him. His smell, his touch. This stranger. This man. She wanted his hands and his kisses all over her skin. She wanted him deep inside her.
He palmed her breast, stoking hot need. ‘Excitement.’
‘Amen to that,’ she sighed. ‘More. More.’
He thrust again and again. ‘Adventure.’
‘God, yes.’ And, heck, what an adventure this was. She had never felt so alive, so carefree, so beautiful.
His rhythm kicked up and as he pushed inside her over and over he kissed her thoroughly until she was moaning for more, feeling him pulse higher and faster, then lose control, taking her with him.
* * *
A distant rumbling had her coming to her senses. Breathless and satiated, she lowered herself to the floor.
A bump and a shudder. She grasped his arm, her limbs limp. ‘What was that?’
What the hell had she just done?
He wrapped her close and held her steady, pressing soft kisses over her mouth, her nose, her throat. ‘Electricity.’
‘And then some.’ She breathed out, tried to slow her raging heartbeat.
A thump. Another bump. The whirr of electricity. A jolt and they were on the move again. He pressed his forehead against hers and laughed. ‘Did the earth move or was that just the lift starting up?’
‘Both?’ She laughed with him. The fun was in the risk, not just in the man. At least she hoped it was, because there was something about him that called to her. Something that connected with her on a deeper level than random elevator sex.
Floor Seven
Her heart thumped hard as she retrieved her panties and stuffed them in her bag. Ask him to stay the night.
But then she might want him to stay for longer. He’d said no promises.
He had skin that had been kissed long and thoroughly by sunshine. He smelt of exotic lands and he would return there, she knew. A man like him couldn’t be caged by a relationship. She’d lose him to the heat and the sun and the swirl of sand.
He quickly dressed as she straightened down her skirt, ran her hand over her hair...but he was there too, running a palm over her cheek, distracting her, mesmerising her. Caring for her. She ignored the clutch in her throat. ‘Perfect timing all round, I think.’
Floor Eight
Ask me to stay the night.
‘Perfect.’ He tilted her chin and slid his mouth over hers again. He tasted so sweet and
