Without another word he moved close, captured her wrists behind her back and marched her to the elevator.
Together they rode in silence except for the thundering sound of his heartbeat rushing blood in his ears.
The less said right now the better. He needed a second.
The door dinged open and he pushed her toward his apartment. They might have made it inside had he not heard the rough catch in her throat.
That simple sound was enough to send him over the edge. He pushed her against the wall next to his front door and ground himself against her ass.
There were no other tenants on this floor so they were unlikely to be interrupted. Although with the surge of possessive need tearing through him, someone showing up would not deter him from his goal.
He needed her right fucking now.
The thin fabric of her skirt did nothing to stop him. He shoved the material out of his way and slid his fingers underneath the elastic of her panties.
The wet heat that greeted him ripped a groan from his throat as he buried his face in her thick, dark hair.
“Fuck, kitten. You’re always so god damned wet for me. How can you walk away from that?”
“Please, Alex—” She struggled against his hold.
“No, don’t say another word unless you need to use your safeword. I can’t take another excuse from you right now."
