The lights were out.
Drew couldn't see anything, but she could feel Lance's arms around her. She could hear his breathing, his heartbeat. Or is that mine? she wondered as the emergency light came on. Drew blinked and waited for her eyes to adjust. What had she done to piss off the fates that they would trap her in a lift with this man, who was now tightening his arms around her and leaning down? Uh-oh, she thought.
Lance had wanted to apologise for that night for years, but whenever she was near, he became tongue-tied. He just wanted to take her into his arms and finish what they'd started at her sixteenth birthday party.
She looked more beautiful every time he saw her; she had taken to wearing dresses and skirts after her sixteenth, constantly showing off her long legs. When he had managed to see her on holidays, she had avoided him. If he walked towards her those beautiful gold eyes would flash fire and then she would leave.
She hadn't been home for the last two years, always having to work, or so her brother said. He wished he could have that night back just once, and instead of walking away he would take her in his arms and just hold her. At least then she wouldn't hate him. Lance stared down into her face, seeing both the girl he'd kissed so long ago, and the woman she'd turned into.
At the company party he had wanted to talk to her while she was on the balcony. Her bare neck had been so very tempting. Before he could kiss her or even talk to her, however, more people had come outside. Now, here, he had her in his arms. No one would interrupt them and she couldn't walk away he thought as he bent his head and kissed her.
He walked her so that her back was against the wall of the lift and slowly trailed his fingers from her hip, under her shirt to the underside of her breasts. He deepened the kiss a little, and then slowly cupped her breast in his hand, thumbing her nipple through her top.
"You're not wearing a bra," he said in an astonished voice, looking down and seeing her nipples through her blouse.
"No," she said in a husky voice, "I'm not." She was very glad that she had been running late that morning and forgot to put one on. She looked up at him, kissed his jaw. Framing his face with her hands, she kissed him with all the passion she possessed.
He bent to catch her knee and drew her leg over his hip, which put her in direct contact with his rock hard member. She gasped at the feeling; she was still a virgin and had never gone further with guys than a couple of kisses and gropes. That gasp spurred him on, and he slid his hand from her breast to her collarbone, up her throat and into her hair, ravishing her mouth all the while. When he pulled back she was panting. Lance ground his hips against her, then started to lift her skirt to get better access to her hot centre.
"Lance, I want..." she gasped, not sure what she wanted. She was just sure that she was going to explode.
"I know," he panted, mistaking her confusion for passion. "I know what you want." He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers. "I want it too."
Letting her leg fall, he ran both hands up her thighs until he reached her underwear. Within seconds her panties were ripped and lying on the floor.
He grabbed his wallet from his jacket to get a condom and threw his wallet and jacket behind him. He felt like a teenager and could barely wait. He slipped the condom on, grabbed her hips and lifted her. Instinctively Drew wrapped her legs around his waist, then he speared her with his length and she screamed.
