“Then kiss me,” she whispered.
Kiss her I did.
I wrapped my arms around her petite frame, her fit against me as perfect as ever, and hoisted her into the air. Her legs wrapped around my hips, and in almost as big of a miracle as her showing up, I managed to kick the door closed. Pressing her against the inside of it, I found the lock and shut out the world.
Her fingers wandered as if they didn’t know where to go first, but I liked the sensation of them roaming. Across my bare back, up to my neck, and then over my scalp, where she held me, securing our lips sealed.
I’d be lying if I said being with her like that, on such uncertain footing, didn’t cause me some anxiety. But my body didn’t know any better. All it knew was it was with its mate and nothing else mattered. My palm slipped under the separated front of her robe and cupped her perfect ass. My hips rocked into her, and she ground against my cock. There was no looking back as my mouth claimed hers.
We were frenzied lovers. Greedy for each other.
And for minutes on end, I savored my good fortune and her masterful kisses.
Knock. Knock. Knock. “Room service!”
“Ahh!” Remi cried, the sudden arrival of my dinner scaring both of us.
I cleared my throat as I watched my girl slap a hand over her mouth to stifle the giggle behind it.
“One second,” I called.
“Sure, no problem,” the delivery guy answered.
As intimate as the moment was, it was odd as fuck hearing a man’s voice so close. He was right through the door, probably leaning in to hear me coming. Regardless, I was already there, but I needed to deposit Remi on the bed because there was no way in hell I was letting him get a glimpse of her magic.
I marched to the bed, set her on the side, and pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “Don’t lose that thought.”
“Oh, you can bet I intend on keeping this one, buddy.”
My grin was unrivaled. I all but strutted back to the scandalized door.
On my way past, I swiped my wallet off the table and fished out a wad of cash. I flung open the door and shoved it into his free hand while snatching the paper bag out from the other.
“Thanks a lot. Have a good one,” I clipped, trying to shut the door.
His foot jutted inside the doorjamb. “Wait. You have to sign the slip.”
Samuel L. Jackson made another appearance as I mumbled an inaudible motherfucker. My nostrils flared and I took a monster breath while I watched in horror as he patted around himself for the pen he must have brought.
“Do I really need to sign it? It’s a sandwich, not a thirty-year mortgage.”
“Here it is.” He passed over a clipboard, plopped the elusive ballpoint on top, and stepped out of the doorway.
As fast as I could, I began to scribble my name.
No ink. No fucking ink.
I did the universal first troubleshoot maneuver of scribbling circles, but when that didn’t work, I just pressed as hard as I fucking could and scratched a messy B on the line. It took some effort to not chuck the damn thing down the hall like I would a toy when I was trying to get Clyde to buzz off.
Instead, I shoved it back at him and slammed the door shut, repeating thanks over and over until I was sure he couldn’t hear me anymore.
Spinning on my heel, I found Remi, her arms wrapped completely around one of my coveted pillows, laughing into it.
Not gonna lie. I was kind of jealous.
Screwing her eyes shut, she lifted her mouth from the linen case to tease, “Do you want a few minutes to eat? No sense in letting your meal get cold for some convention strange.” Sarcasm and wicked shit-headery were written all over her flushed face.
“Oh, you’re strange all right. But I have an appetite for only one thing right now and it’s not food.”
Her mouth formed a facetious O. “I didn’t mean to delay your dinner…twice.”
The little shit was as fun as she was sexy in her bathrobe, her legs comfortably stretched out across my bed.
“You know what? I am kind of hungry,” I challenged.
Her jaw swung open, and that was all the protest I needed to give myself up.
“Just kidding. Fuck that sandwich.”
“I’d rather you fuck me first,” she deadpanned.
Without looking, I chucked the bag onto the table with my wallet and stalked toward her, prepared only to stop when I was inside her. “Don’t forget you asked for it.”
Her blue eyes flared, and she bit her lip as she tossed the pillow to the side and spread her legs wider, creating the perfect location for me to land.
God forgive me, I skipped foreplay and any kind of grace as I stripped off my pants and climbed atop the mattress. Her peaceful smile was sweet, but what I was about to do wasn’t.
