Page 23 of The Attack Zone
CHAPTER 12
MITCH
Ithink Stacey Anderson might want to fuck me.
She’s looking up at me, biting her bottom lip again. It’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen, and she’s still fully clothed. My chest is heaving up and down against hers as I grind my hips into hers again, staring directly into her big brown eyes as I do. Her head rolls back as she lets out a little moan and I have to resist the urge to strip her naked right here and now.
She looks back up at me with fire in her eyes. I’ve seen this look on her face many times. It’s usually reserved for when she’s particularly determined and it’s usually paired with her yelling at me. But this time it’s paired with her saying, “Do you have a room here tonight?”
“Yes,” I say. I don’t elaborate because I don’t want to assume anything. This is Stacey, after all. We’re in completely uncharted territory here.
“Well ...” she says, her voice dripping with expectation.
I lean into her and kiss her again. It’s quick and hot and desperate and when we finally separate, I say, “Do you want to come to my room, love?”
“Yes, Mitchell,” she says flatly, with just a bit of annoyance. “I want to come to your room.”
“I’m not fucking you unless you call me Mitch,” I say. What I don’t say is that I’m desperate to hear my name the way I like it on her lips while I make her come. So desperate that the idea of it makes me harden in my suit pants a bit more.
She rolls her eyes, but I know I’ve won because there’s a little grin forming at the corner of her mouth. “Fine,” she says. “Let’s get out of here, Mitch.”
I lower her leg to the ground and lightly grab her jaw to kiss her once more for good measure, just to make sure this is really happening. When we pull apart, she braces her hands on the wall behind her while I adjust myself a bit. The last thing I need is to drag whatever the hell this is into the public eye by walking through this hotel with a boner.
I take her hand and guide her out of the ballroom, down the hallway, and towards the hotel elevators. When we reach the lobby where there are other guests, I let her hand go. I tell myself it’s because I don’t want anyone to assume something, but really, it’s because I don’t think I could handle the sting of her pulling away from me. Not when I’m so close to actually having her.
We board an elevator and I’m so ready for the doors to close so I can push Stacey’s back into the wall and explore more of her with my mouth. So when a few other guests join us just before the door closes, I have to keep myself from loudly snarling. Instead of my initial plan, Stacey and I are forced into the back corner. She takes a step towards me and my hand finds its way to her lower back. Once the elevator doors have closed, I let my hand wander lower and give her insane ass a squeeze. She squirms a little bit and I can’t helpbut imagine her squirming below me. I’m suddenly deeply regretting getting a room on the top floor, even if it does mean I have a great view of the city, because this ride is taking forever.
When we finally reach the top floor of the hotel, the family that is still on the elevator with us files off, and I guide Stacey out with my hand on her lower back. Once they’ve rounded the corner out of eyesight, I grab Stacey’s hand and pull her down the hall. I’m basically running with her in tow until we reach my room. I slide my key into the reader and swing the door open, pulling Stacey through it quickly. Before the door is even shut all the way, my hands are on her hips and I’m pressing her into the inside of the doorframe. Her hands find my hair and tug my head downwards until my lips reach hers.
Kissing Stacey in the ballroom was one thing—it was unbelievably hot—but it was also risky. Someone could have come in at any moment to see us basically dry humping against the wall. But now that I have her all to myself in a private space, I’m so ready I can barely see straight.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask as our lips part.
“Yes,” she says, heavy and breathless.
“I want to make sure you’re really sure. You didn’t drink tonight, right?” I ask. I don’t think she did, but I want to be sure.
“Of course not, I was working,” she says before playfully tugging at my hair.
“Okay, so you want me to fuck you then?” I say.
“Yes, Mitch. I want you to fuck me,” she says with a little bit of a laugh.
Stacey Anderson saying she wants me to fuck her with a grin on her face has to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced. And she definitely doesn’t have to tell me twice. My mouth is on hers before either of us can think better of doing this. I kiss her with greed and heat, sliding my tongue insideher mouth. She returns the gesture, letting her tongue play against mine as her nails dig into my back.
When she moans against my lips, I know I can’t stand her being clothed any longer. As much as I love her in this jumpsuit, I know I’ll love seeing her naked even more. I slip my hands behind her back and find the zipper. I slide it down and pull each of the shoulders off of her, revealing her bra. The black and pink lace cups are cut low, but it extends down her waist a bit, accentuating her curves in the best way. I lower myself down a bit to pull the rest of the jumpsuit off, which shows her nothing-but-lace panties that wrap around her shapely hips.
I’ve felt her body before, back in Miami when she accidentally cuddled me, but seeing her in lingerie is doing something to my brain. I can’t help it when I drop to my knees, still dressed in my full suit, and drag my tongue along the outside of the sheer lace that barely covers her, holding eye contact with her as I do. Her eyes go wide just before her head falls back and gently hits the door. Watching Stacey come undone from my tongue may not have been on my bucket list before, but it definitely is now.
I get ready to pull down her panties and do exactly that when her hands find my hair and she tugs me upward a little.
“Wait,” she says.
“Okay,” I say, rising to my feet. “Everything alright, love?”
“Yeah,” she says. “It just tends to take me a while to, you know ... from that.”
I let out a little chuckle. Is Stacey really worried that I’ll be annoyed by getting to take my time with her? “You say that like it’s a bad thing,” I say. “But if you’d rather both of us at least be naked first, you can make that happen.”