Jane Rizzoli
After being dropped off at the hotel by Giovanni, we headed straight for the elevator. Though we walked side by side, there was a foot of space between us. We neither looked nor spoke to each other as we passed through the lobby. It wasn't until we were inside the elevator that Casey finally opened his mouth.
"Explain to me again the purpose of Operation Hands Off."
I snickered. "We're going to make it to the room this time. And we're going to take a shower, that we both probably need, like controlled, civilized people before we go to the bedroom."
"Can't we at least shower together?"
"No." Because I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off you.
With a heavy sigh, Casey stood at ease, hands clasped behind his back and feet spread slightly. For the first half of the ride we were able to stare straight ahead, but our willpower was weakening faster than the lift's speed. We hadn't kissed or felt each other's skin all day.
I groaned. "Why did we pick the room with the longest elevator ride?"
"Having second thoughts, Jane?"
I glared at him. Or I tried to. I could feel his glowing eyes drawing lines of fire over me, and I was surprised that steam wasn't pouring off and suffocating us in the small space. That would at least explain why it was difficult to breathe.
Casey turned toward me and leaned back against the wall. With one leg bent and arms crossed, he closed his eyes. Then he bowed his head and his eyes slid open, looking at me from beneath his brows.
He blinked slowly, tilting his head as his eyes traveled down.
My voice shook. "Stop that."
"Stop what?"
Stop undressing me with your eyes. The words lodged in my throat as his eyes came back to mines. He bit on his lower lip. His eyes begging 'come here'.
I took an involuntary step toward him. His legs shifted and my eyes drifted down...
The doors slid open.
With a groan, I whirled toward the door, immediately heading to the bathroom. I could feel him behind me, hear the soft pounding of his feet right at my heels.
I gasped, veering to the right of the door. I tore my heels off, chucked them aside, twisted, and his body crushed me against the wall.
Casey's hands slid over the curve of my back and my breasts ached as they pressed against his chest.
His head bent over mine. "This wasn't the plan."
"Kiss me, damn it."
"Yes, ma'am."
Before the words were fully out, his open mouth fell down on mines for a bruising kiss. His hands cradled my head while my hands searched under his jacket, sliding up to his shoulders.
Our nerves sizzled, eager for the sensations as though we'd been deprived of it for years instead of a single day. Heat built inside us, burning wherever we touched. His fingers stroked my face, my hands rubbed his muscles.
I clutched his shirt before pushing away.
"Shower," I gasped.
I made a break for the door, but Casey grabbed me and dragged me back for another kiss.
"You smell great," he said as he planted a hand on the wall to block me.
My fingers laced around his neck, taking a longing suck before twisting my head away. His face was pressed so close that his wet lips dragged along my cheek.
