Nothing But You [COMPLETED]

Don't Wanna Take It Slow

Brad immediately pushed her against the wall of the lift, their kiss growing frantic as he did. The lift started moving, and Luka put her hands on his forearms.

"You are such a fucking tease." He breathed as he moved his mouth down to her neck. "Looking like this and sending me on a wild fucking goose chase around the party." He nipped her neck, listening to her hum under him.

"I found it rather fun actually." She commented, which made him move his face back up to hers. He growled and smashed their lips back together, her hands sliding up his arms and around his neck while he moved his hands to her waist, pulling her body closer to him. He slid one hand onto her ass, gripping it and tugging her into him, which made her gasp into his mouth.

"You are so fucking amazing." He groaned.

"You seem very eager Brad." She smiled, which made him smile back.

"Well, you've been keeping me at arms length all day. It's enough to make a man go crazy." He moved back down to her neck, kissing her, nibbling her skin, as her hands moved to his shoulders.

"Maybe I should do it more often then."

"Fuck off." He laughed, kissing her lips again before she slid out from underneath him. He looked at her in confusion.

"This is our floor." She said, gesturing to the open lift doors. His lips stretched into a smile, then he grabbed her hand and dragged her out, hearing her laugh as she trailed behind him. He scanned the door numbers as he practically ran down the corridor. He skidded to a stop when he got to hers, pulling the key card out of his pocket and shoving it in until the light on the door handle turned green. He pushed it open, and dragged them both inside, slamming it shut behind them.

Then he turned to look at her.

They were both just standing there, staring at each other, neither of them moving, both of them breathing heavily. From the run, and from the anticipation.

He stepped forward first.

"Please tell me now if you don't want this." He whispered into the electric air. She smiled a little.

"I would have told you before now if I didn't." She said, watching him walk closer.

"You said you wanted to keep it secret. That you wanted to see how it goes." He licked his bottom lip before continuing. "I assumed that meant you wanted to take it slow."

"That would be logical." She replied as he stood directly in front of her.

"I don't want to take it slow." He whispered.

"Me neither." She breathed, before grabbing his face and kissing him deeply. He welcomed it, welcomed her body arching into his, and he wrapped his arms around her as their tongues danced over each other.

The undertone to their words resonated through the room, and seemed to make both of them more desperate. The kiss was rushed, as though trying to speed up the process, and their hands started wandering over each other's bodies. She was trying to pull his suit jacket off, then trying to undo his shirt buttons, and he was trying to find the zip on her dress to get it off of her. He wanted to take it slow, to worship her properly, but his body was moving as though it had other ideas.

He just needed to feel her.

He shrugged off his shirt and jacket, then walked her to the side, pushing her against the desk by the wall. He grabbed the back of her thighs, tugging on them to indicate he wanted her on top of the desk, and she jumped straight up. His hands came to her face, kissing her one more time before trailing his lips down her neck, her collarbone, to that fucking V of her chest that the dress left bare. He knelt down, his lips finding her skin once again on her thigh, down her legs until he reached the satin straps from her shoes. He deftly undid the knot at the back, then slowly inched the material off her shin until he could pull her shoe off, and did the same on the other side. Then, he stood back up, and allowed her to pull him onto her mouth once again with a groan.