Page 75 of Elijah’s Whim

Finally, we pulled into the hotel’s porte cochere, and Lorenzo helped the bellman unload our bags. I let my security guy know I’d be in touch and reminded him to call if anything seemed amiss in the slightest at the house.

Carmen had called ahead when we were about fifteen minutes away from the hotel, so we were already checked in and immediately shown to our suite by way of a private elevator that the bellhop explained we could access with our room key for the duration of our stay.

I tipped the young man and made it obvious I didn’t need a point-by-point tour of the room. I just wanted him to get the hell out as soon as possible. Luckily, the guy was young but not clueless, so he plucked the huge tip I extended toward him from my fingers and was on his way.

Hannah had made mention of freshening up after the long drive, so when I saw the young man out, I made sure the Do Not Disturb sign was hanging on the door, locked the door, flipped the deadbolt into place, and turned out any unnecessary lights in the living room. Then I went to find my lover.

The suite had a separate bedroom with a sumptuous king-size bed taking up most of the front half of the room. A sofa and love seat arranged around a coffee table dominated the other half of the bedroom. A massive flat-screen television was mounted on the wall, strategically arranged so it could be viewed both from the bed and the sitting area.

A bottle of champagne was chilling in an ice bucket on a small table in the sitting room, so I brought that into the bedroom and was just working the cork out of the top when Hannah came out of the bathroom.

“Feel better?” I asked, turning to see her all fresh faced and dewy from the shower. The white robe was wrapped snuggly around her, and all I could think about was the fastest way to get between that terry cloth and her skin.

“I do. Sometimes it’s so stuffy in a car, even though the air is on and it’s perfectly cool.” She smiled shyly.

“Can I pour you a glass, beautiful?”

“Oh, yes, please. I love champagne.”

“What a coincidence. So do I.” I held a flute out for her but made her come closer to me to reach it. With every step she took closer to me, I brought the glass closer to my body until she was right in front of me. I wrapped my arm around her and dragged her flush against me, and together we both took a long drink.

After she swallowed, I covered her lips with mine, this time for a passionate kiss. Her lips tasted of the dry champagne. The perfect combination of grapes and Hannah. I devoured her perfection. I licked my way inside, demanding more when she thought she had given me all she had.

“More. Give me more, Hannah.”

She whimpered against my onslaught, and the sound spiked my arousal. Her gasping and pawing at my shirt added to the sum.

“Fuck, beauty, those little sounds you’re making are as good as having your hand around my cock.”

“Really?” she said while fumbling around my waistband. “I think I’d rather actually have my hand—”

“No. Stop,” I commanded, and she stopped immediately. “Get your ass on the bed. Lose the robe.”

Aahh, little Miss Brave stared at me with those big blue eyes of hers as wide as she could open them, and yeah, that turned me on too. I was going to need to check myself over and over here tonight because I was at major risk of tearing this girl apart, and she didn’t even know it. She didn’t even know what I was capable of.

Hannah went to the bed and pulled the covers back, walking the stack down to the foot of the mattress. I swore she was moving as slow as a human could move and still qualify as moving.

“I’m going to count to five, Hannah. If you don’t have that robe off and laid neatly across that chair over there and you in the center of this bed, I’m going to spank your ass until it’s red. Do you understand me?”

“I understand you,” she whispered nervously. But I didn’t miss the glitter in her eyes. She was aroused, I was completely sure of it. I couldn’t wait to test my theory the second her fine ass was on that bed.

“One…”

For some reason, she stood frozen like a deer in oncoming headlights.

I folded my arms across my chest, barely able to wait to see how this played out.

“Two…”

Something clicked in her brain, and she moved, finishing with the covers on the first side and hustling to the other side.

“Three…”

She yanked the covers down with one hand and was pulling her robe off with the other.

“Four…”

I unbuckled my belt and yanked it from the loops in my pants. The leather made a resounding crack through the air when it doubled back on itself.