The elevator opened up, and he slowly pulled me out, his hand wrapped around my waist, his hand still cupping my neck. It felt like we both couldn't get enough, and hell, I didn't want to be able to have enough. I wanted to stay right here and kiss him till my lips felt like his, like his taste became the only thing I could feel.
He kissed my lips one last time before he pulled away from me, then adjusted his jacket.
"How do I look?"
His voice was raspy, dark, his lips thoroughly kissed, his hair ruffled.
I laughed, shaking my head. "You look breathless."
He broke into a laugh, then started to come back to me. I immediately put my hands out, shaking my head.
"Nope. You have work to do."
"Oh, f**k them, Angeline."
I laughed, obliging him with a small peck on his cheek. "Go in there
