The Billionaire Shifter's Curvy Match (Billionaire Shifters Club #1) by Diana Seere

the kiss with force, her breath sweet against his nose, her earlobe daring him for a lick.
    “What are you doing? I don’t even know your name!” she protested. Those eyes, though. Liquid pools begging for more.
    He stroked the pale flesh of her neck with his thumb, then pushed her against the elevator wall, mouth slanting over hers for another kiss, the hot, wet connection the only way he could exist. Every heartbeat he wasn’t inside her was agony. Each second they kissed felt like an eternity.
    Pulling back, he whispered, “Gavin. Gavin Stanton,” then resumed the only language they needed, mouths and hands substituting for words.
    Her legs parted as he pushed them with one knee, the skirt riding up her lush thighs, his lips demanding more from her than a mere mouth could give. She moaned, a tiny sound from the back of her throat that pierced his heart and cock. In that very moment, Gavin abandoned all pretense of being a gentleman.
    Of being anything but a pure animal.

    * * *
    S he was supposed to say ‘no.’
    She was supposed to push him away.
    She was supposed to hit the red “emergency” button and make him stop.
    Instead, she pushed her hips against his raging-hard cock and parted her lips, begging for the taste of him. His hands were hot and smooth, hard and raking, touching her body like he was falling and she alone could save him.
    Gavin. Gavin Stanton. In the back of her mind a dim recognition rang a bell, but the throbbing of her clit drowned it out. A frantic urgency pushed to the surface as his palm reached down the front of her corset and cupped one overflowing breast, yanking it right out, his mouth warm and teasing on her nipple, making her moan.
    I hope there aren’t cameras in here , she thought. And then suddenly, she didn’t care. That mouth, those hands, the scent of something wild and untamed in his skin took over her thinking mind. Pushed aside by something feral, she gave in to the craving for him.
    Him.
    Mine.
    His voice mingled with hers in her head. Impossible, she thought dimly as his hand traveled up the soft contour of her inner thigh, fingers deft and knowing. Her mouth crashed against his as she gave a cry of relief when his fingers found the spot she needed him to find. Lilah’s hearing changed, blood pushing through her veins so fast she heard a low hum, like an oboe beginning to play a long, slow note. A prelude to an orchestra.
    The beginning that leads to an explosive finale.
    Just as Lilah was on the verge of telling Mr. Gavin Stanton that he could have her right here, right now, if only he would hurry and tear off her clothes and make the agonizing craving stop as soon as possible, he pulled away.
    “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice ragged. He rubbed his mouth with both hands, taking a step back, watching her with the piercing blue eyes she remembered from the first time she’d seen him. That perfect British accent made her wet and even hotter, if that was possible. She was panting like she was an animal in heat.
    He adjusted his suit jacket and drew up to his full height, which was considerable. “That was inexcusable. I’ll understand if you call the police.”
    She lunged at him, one knee between his, her teeth biting his lower lip and catching thick stubble. He groaned against her mouth, the sound untamed and untethered. His own lips captured hers and soon he sucked on her upper lip as his fingers found her slick heat again, thumb circling her clit as his mouth gave her a preview of what he wished to do between her legs.
    She pulled at his collar and opened his tie, the top button, the second, her mouth on the strong, musky flesh above his collarbone. She bit as she ground against his hand, her pussy billowing and opening to him, the crest of orgasm so close, so close.
    “Lilah,” he murmured, shifting her leg so it rubbed up against his impossibly thick shaft. Her mouth craved it, wanted to suck him, to have that power. But her thoughts shattered as his