Taming the Storm (The Storm #3)(52)
Author: Samantha Towle

“Coffee, black,” he says to the waitress. Then, he turns to me.

Wow.

He barely looked at her, and now, he’s looking at me.

He leans in close. “You left,” he says quietly into my ear. He doesn’t sound happy.

A shiver runs through me.

I quick a glance at the guys. They’re talking among themselves.

I meet Tom’s eyes. “You were sleeping,” I whisper. “I didn’t want to wake you.”

His eyes narrow. “Next time, wake me. I woke up with a raging hard-on, and no you to relieve it.”

Feeling daring, I give him a saucy look. Then, I give the table another check to make sure no one’s watching. I reach my hand under the table and palm his cock through his jeans.

His stomach muscles tense against my arm.

I meet his stare, biting my lip. “Shame. Guess you’ll just have to wait until tonight,” I whisper, removing my hand.

He catches my wrist, pulling me back. His voice sounds lethal as he says, “I’m not fucking waiting.”

I stifle a moan as lust coils low in my belly, bolting straight to my sex.

Tom lets go of my wrist and stands. “Bus will be up front in thirty minutes, guys, so be ready to leave. Lyla, come with me.”

I blink up at him, stunned. “Um…what? Come with you? Why?”

I’m pretty sure I know why. I just don’t want everyone else to know why.

His jade eyes harden, darkening. “Because I need to let Jake know about Robbi, and it would be best if you are there when I make the call.”

“Okay…” Slowly, I get to my shaky feet. “Guess I’ll see you all on the bus.” I wave to the guys and follow Tom out of the restaurant.

The instant we’re out of view, he grabs my hand, yanking me to his side. “This is a one-time warning, Firecracker. Next time you grab my cock in public, make sure you’re willing to do something about it right fucking then and there.”

My eyes widen while I search for a retort, but I’m moving again before I get the chance as Tom starts dragging me through reception. He stops abruptly at the reception desk, and I crash into his back.

Looking past Tom, I see a thirty-something, guy wearing a badge that reads, Todd Archer, Assistant Manager, standing behind the desk.

Tom’s eyes go to his name badge before looking at his face. “Todd, do you know who I am?”

The guy looks at him. “Yes, sir.” He nods. “I do. You’re Tom Carter.”

“Good. So, you won’t be surprised when I ask, do the elevators have active cameras in them?”

What the hell? Is he asking…?

Holy shit…he is.

My whole body freezes, but a fire starts between my legs.

The guy slowly shakes his head, eyes going between Tom and me. “No, sir, our elevators don’t have cameras.”

Tom reaches into his pocket and pulls out some bills. He puts what looks to be three one-hundred-dollar bills on the counter. “Thanks for your time, Todd.”

Then, I’m on the move again, being pulled toward the elevators. I’m trembling because of what just happened, but also with anticipation of what’s about to happen.

“What the hell was that?” I hiss when we come to a stop outside the elevators.

Tom presses the button before staring down at me, his jade eyes blazing hot. “What the hell do you think that was? You got me worked up, and now, I’m gonna fuck you in one of these elevators.”

My jaw hits the floor. A door pings open.

He gives me a gentle shove. “Get in the fucking elevator, Firecracker.”

I stumble in, hot with embarrassment, but turned-on beyond rationale.

Tom follows in behind me, then, presses the button for his floor.

We wait for the doors to close, and with each ticking second, the sexual tension between us becomes a living, breathing entity.

It’s fire crackling hot.

My whole body is wired and jittery. I can’t even remember wanting a man as much as I want Tom in this moment.

The second those doors come together, we’re on each other.

Tom has one hand in my hair, the other grabbing my ass, as his tongue plunders my mouth.

I’m not exactly on the side of finesse as I try to climb his body, like a monkey in a tree.

Tom lifts me off the floor, using the hand on my ass, and then he slams me up against the metal wall. His hand is now on my breast, squeezing with just the right pressure, as his tongue licks in my mouth.

His cock is rock-hard and pressed up against my stomach, but I don’t want it there. I want it against my clit.

I’m wiggling, trying to shift it to the right spot, when Tom suddenly stops kissing me and drops me to my feet.

On seriously wobbly legs with my breaths heaving out of me, I watch as he presses the Stop button, bringing the elevator to a grinding halt.

Then, he starts to back up. Stopping, he leans against the metal wall across from me.

I have a flash of memory from last night when he did the very same thing, except things were a little different between us then.

He is clearly turned-on. I can see that. I just can’t figure out why he stopped what was just getting started.

“Strip. Now.”

Ah…okay.

Hearing the command in his voice, I start to remove my clothes without hesitation. I go a little slower to tease him, but I don’t go too slowly as I’m very aware of the fact that our time is limited.

I toe my sneakers off and step out from my jeans. Then, I pull my T-shirt over my head and drop it to the floor, leaving me in just my bra and panties. I thank God I had the foresight to put on good underwear.

Lacy pink panties and bra. Very girlie.

By the look in Tom’s eyes, he seems to approve.

“Pink’s a good color on you,” he says, his voice hoarse.

I give him a coy smile. “So, now that you have me here in only my underwear, what are you going to do with me?”

From out of nowhere, his eyes harden, and he straightens up. “First off, you’re gonna get down on your knees and suck my cock. Then, when I’ve had my fill of fucking your mouth, I’m gonna fuck your pussy…hard.”

Um…what the fuck? Where the hell did that come from?

Feeling a little knocked off-balance, my hands go to my hips. “Are you being serious right now?”

He stares me down. “Sugar, I’m always serious when it comes to blow jobs.”

I don’t like the way he calls me sugar. It feels patronizing and impersonal.

A sudden chill descends down my arms. I rub my hands over them. “Don’t call me sugar. And really, you couldn’t ask me nicely to suck your cock?”