She smiled nervously and offered him her hand. He took it and followed her out of the restaurant. She could feel his eyes upon her as he watched her walk. Glancing back, she caught an appreciative waggle of his eyebrows and laughed, pulling him into the elevator.

"Brat," she teased, turning to face him.

Her smile transformed instantly to a wanton gaze and her laughter drowned under the sea of desire as she saw the passion in his eyes. In the same instant, he grabbed her waist and pulled her to him. Somehow, she managed to push the button for their floor. His fingers entwined in her hair, he claimed her mouth in a ravenous kiss, and her own hunger for him became suddenly unbearable. No one else got on the elevator as they rode it to the sixth floor. They wouldn’t have cared if someone had. He moaned as she squeezed and rubbed his rigid cock through the cloth.

By the time they reached their stop, she was riding his thigh the same way she wanted to ride his cock. But somehow they managed to compose themselves in the few seconds before the antique doors slid open. She wouldn’t have bothered to pretend if she’d known what a mess her hair was. Ah, hindsight. They teased each other down the hall to the room, he tickling her as she came to the door.

She giggled. "Hey, I'm trying to unlock the door! Behave!"

“I am behaving,” he returned, tickling the back of her knee.  “I’m behaving like a man in my position should!”

At last she managed to get the door unlocked.  He whirled her around, his eyes those of a lion with his prey cornered.  A thrill of trepidation rose in her. She backed into the room slowly, the key card still in her hand.  Her heart pounded in her chest as she felt behind her to make sure she didn’t run into anything. He advanced slowly, inexorably.  She wanted him—he knew that as well as she—but that look struck something deeper and more primitive in her than mere desire. It played the primal chords at her core.

The back of her thigh hit the table, forcing her to stop.  Eyes still locked on hers, he grasped her wrist loosely, took the keycard from her hand and tossed it onto the night table.  Still holding her wrist, he pulled her to him gently, but irresistibly, and turned her around, pressing his erection into her back.  She leaned on the table as his arms encircled her waist.   The feeling of his cock was driving her crazy, driving thought from her head.  She groaned in her need.

He leaned his head forward as he held her hips and pulled her tightly into him.  His breath on her neck ignited a flame that traveled downward, causing her breasts to tingle.  “Now,” his voice came softly. “What’s your surprise?”  His fingers walked her dress up enough for him to get his hands underneath it.  She gasped and whimpered as he slid them up over her belly.

“Ohhhh,” she moaned. “Keep going and you’ll find out!”