Page 10 of Stealing Cinder

He walks me backward, his arms on either side of my head and his palms flat against the elevator wall. Every inch of him burns against me with lustful heat.

Caging me in, the heat rolls off his body in waves. It slides over my bare skin and after the refrigerated chill of the lounge, the contrast does sinful things to the hardness of my nipples.

And he notices big time.

I look up. A long way up.

"I guess this means you have a decision to make now.”

He lowers his lips and brushes them lightly over mine.

“Do I?” he husks.

His cock presses against my midriff.

“Mm-hm.”

“Which is?”

“Do you want to be my sugar daddy for the night or my prince charming?"

A hand moves to my head, fists my hair, and pulls. "Both." His voice is low and raspy. He traces his lips up the length of my neck and then bites into the tender flesh.

I cream my panties instantly.

A smile pulls at my mouth. "That makes two of us."

CHAPTER 3

CINDER

His teeth leave a sting on my neck that has me gripping the lapels of his suit jacket. The pain is sweet, sharp, and exactly what I need to ground me in a body that has been numb since morning.

"You don't have to explain why you were about to let that waste of oxygen walk you to his room." His breath fans warm against the mark he just left on my skin. "But I'd love to know why you chose him, of all people, to give yourself to."

The question wraps around the ache in my heart. I swallow hard and press my forehead against his chest. The steady thud of Samuel’s heart vibrates through the thin fabric of his shirt.

Samuel. I’ve gotten really cozy thinking of this man on a first name basis oddly fast.

I latch onto that thought because it’s easier than thinking about the real answer to his question.

"I don't think I could get through the truth without crying," I offer honestly.

His hand moves from my hair to the back of my neck, cradling the base of my skull, his thumb stroking the line of my jaw. He tips my face up. Dark brown eyes lock onto mine and the intensity there steals my next breath.

"The only tears I want to see in your eyes are the ones I put there from fucking you long and hard."

Heat flashes through me so fast my knees buckle. His arm tightens at my waist, holding me steady against all six feet four inches of him.

"Please don't sugarcoat it." A nervous laugh slips through my lips. I press my palms flat to his chest and give myself the pretense of distance. "I'm sorry, your name?"

I know exactly who he is. Every woman in Chicago with a pulse and a news feed knows Samuel "Bones" Payne. But he doesn't know I know, and the rules I set for tonight are already in pieces on the floor of this elevator. No names. No kissing. Out by sunup. Two out of three broken and the night has barely started. Might as well play a little while I can.

"Samuel Payne."

His name leaves his mouth in that low, deliberate tone and I let it roll through me. The husk of his voice syncing with the rough glide of his fingers over the exposed skin at my lower back.

Both work in tandem raising the heat level coursing through my body.