Raymond
Heat rolls through my stomach. I lower myself to the floor of the elevator, knees against the cool metal. I look up at her. “Please. Let me touch you. I’ll do whatever you want. Just tell me.”
Elizabeth’s breath hitches. She reaches down and rests her fingers in my hair, light at first, then tighter. “Again.”
“Please. I need to put my mouth on you. I’ll stay right here as long as you want. Just use me.”
She makes a small sound in her throat. Her other hand traces the line of my jaw. “Stand up.”
I rise. The space between us disappears. Her hands find the front of my shirt and pull. Buttons scatter. She pushes the fabric off my shoulders and her palms slide over my chest.
I back her against the wall. My mouth finds hers. The kiss starts hungry and stays that way. Her tongue mee
