Page 76 of CHOICE Lover
He’s so damn eager to offer her more. She glances to where his hand has drifted higher. “Is this okay?” he asks.
Her stare lifts to his lips. “Are you going to kiss me?”
“Do you want me to?”
There’s no uncertainty as she closes the distance between them. Her lips are supple yet firm as they crash into his. The kiss is nothing like the tentative exploration they shared in the Empire State Building simulation. This one is hungry and sure. If there was any lingering doubt before, this kiss has demolished it. He’s done denying how inextricably drawn to this human woman he is. Electra is for him.
She gasps as he nips at her lower lip and he presses closer, learning her. Savoring her. She meets his intensity, reaching up and running her nails through the short hair at the nape of his neck. The nerves along his spine prickle.
With every kiss, every swallowed breath, his desire unfurls. She’s like an immersion chamber, drowning his senses. His palms itch to feel more of her. He grasps a handful of her hair, pulling her head back so he can run his mouth along the smooth column of her throat. She hums in satisfaction as goosebumps dance across her skin.
He makes his way lower, trailing kisses to the soft mounds of her breasts and slipping a strap off one shoulder until it falls low enough to expose a dusky pink nipple. He takes the hardened peak into his mouth, licking and sucking, reveling in the way she arches into him, fingers gripping his hair.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he confesses between kisses. She moans at the praise.
As he makes his way back to her delicious mouth, her legs part subtly. Is she opening herself to him? He’s terrified of crossing a line andbringing this beautiful, confusing, complicated thing between them to a screeching halt. He pulls back, searching her eyes. Nerves dance in his stomach like the moment before a lab result, but the possible boon of touching her is so much greater than a successful experiment.
She holds his stare, boldly stating her desire. “Touch me.”
Oh fuck.Her command has all his blood rushing to his cock.
He leans over her and slides his hand higher, fingers grazing silk and lace, then soft wet heat. Her eyes flutter shut as he dips a finger inside, gathering her arousal. He swirls it around her clit, discovering what pleases her. Soon he finds a rhythm that has her knees quaking. With every hitch of her breath, his cock throbs, straining against his trousers. But this is about her. “You’re so beautiful trembling at my touch.” He runs his lips across her pulse point.
“I need your fingers inside me.”
He obeys, slipping a finger inside, using his thumb to strum her clit. “I love touching you like this.”
Her inner walls flutter, and she cries out between gasps. “Oh God. Res6, I’m so close.”
“Come for me, Electra,” he demands, biting slightly in the spot that caused a shiver before. He hooks his finger forward on the following thrust, and she curls into him as she tips over the edge. Her inner walls spasm as he pumps his fingers, letting her ride out her orgasm. Pre-cum leaks from his cock and he’s desperate to replace his fingers with it. Does she want that too?
Before he can ask, a chime sounds at the door.
“Fuck. I forgot to switch the light to Do Not Disturb.” He eyes her as he licks the taste of her off his fingers. “Mmm,” he moans, the taste lingering on his tongue. “So good.”
Her eyes go wide. Another check in the Pro column for romance novels. He gets up to remedy the problem, eager to resumetheir activities because he’s discovering he craves this woman in a frightening way. “Don’t you dare move. I’m not done with you yet.”
The flush beneath her stunning freckles deepens, and she glances away. He pops his head out, redirecting the server before closing and locking the door. He takes too long to figure out which switch sets the Do Not Disturb. He’s still straining in his pants when he turns back to her.
But she’s staring at the stage, her brow wrinkled in concern. She points, pulling her strap back up, and his stomach sinks. “There’s Chryl.”
“Impossible.” The heat humming through his body in time with the music turns cold and his erection deflates as he sees the cowgirl Electra is pointing at. He runs a hand over his face. “I guess I deserve this for insisting on keeping her.”
Electra hides a giggle behind her hand. “Oh God, is she twerking?”
“That thing she’s doing with her backside is called twerking?”
Electra groans. “She must have watched more music videos from my time.”
“We’d better go collect her before she causes any trouble.”
By the time they make their way down to the ground level, Chryl is in the middle of the stage, swinging the lasso overhead. He takes Electra’s hand, pushing through the crowd with an “Excuse me.”
He creates such a disturbance in the throng of people, it draws Chryl’s attention. It’s too late when he notices devices pointing between him and the manupartner on the stage. Chryl’s hand—not the one swinging the lasso—shoots up, waving maniacally.
“Is she glitching? On stage? In the center of a crowded ball in the middle of MSP?” Electra asks over the music.
“I’m afraid it’s much worse,” he says, already suspecting the cause of Chryl’s uniqueness. But this isn’t the time to explain his suspicions to Electra.
