The Mighty Storm (Raura Revised)

Chapter 48

Chapter 48

Once the doors are closed he pushes me up against the wall, his mouth on mine, hard and fast, and his hands are everywhere.

Then, before I know it, the lift doors are pinging open on our floor, and Ross is pulling me down the hall, unlocking the door to his suite, and then we are finally alone.

Ross starts to walk toward me but I back off.

Payback time mister.

He cocks his head to the side, staring at me a little puzzled and very curious.

"Stay there," I breathe.

I've never really been this confident sexually. I'm more of a straight to the basics kind of girl. And I've most definitely never been confident about my body.

So I have no idea where that little skirt lifting show came from in the car, or why I let him do what he did to me, or even why I want to carry on the show in here. But I do. I want to do it for him, because of him.

Ross makes me feel confident ... and so very sexy.

I'm feeling pretty glad right now that I'm wearing my good underwear, as I start to unbutton my shirt, slowly, one button at a time.

I watch Ross' eyes as they follow my hands down.

I slide my shirt off, down my arms, letting it fall to the floor.

Then I kick my heels off, and unbutton my skirt at the back, slowly easing the zip down. I shimmy it over my hips, then let it fall to the floor and step out of it.

Now I'm just standing here in just my black lacy underwear.

Ross' eyes are on fire, devouring me, and he looks like he's about to pounce any second now.

I run my hand down my stomach and hook a thumb into the elastic of my panties, slowly inching them down over my hips.

Ross' breathing is shallow. His eyes fixed on my hand, watching, waiting.

He puts his hand on the stretch in his jeans, adjusting himself, obviously feeling the discomfort in his pants.

I stop pulling my panties down, changing my mind, and bring them back up to rest on my hips.

He cocks his head to the side.

Slowly, I walk over to him.

My heart is pumping hard in my chest. I've got a heat in my belly, and I'm flushed all over.

Ross grabs hold of my hips pulling me hard against him the instant I'm within his reach.

Shaking my head at him, I remove his hands off my hips and step back a little.

"Not yet," I whisper.

"I want you now." His tone is urgent, intense. It travels through me, hitting me in just the right spot.

I lean close to his ear and whisper, "Yo voy a chupar."

He sharps out a breath. "Fuck, Laur," he growls. "If you want me to wait you're not going about it the right way."

Moving back, I smile at him, snagging my lower lip with my teeth.

"Tell me what you just said? I need to know." His words are breathy, ragged.

I love that I can do this to him with just words.

"Let me show you," I say, dropping to my knees before him.

Then I'm undoing his jeans, freeing him, and showing him just exactly what I meant.

...

"Why won't you tell me where we're going?" I ask Ross again, turning in my seat to face him.