Page 60 of Shootout
“Yeah, he is.” Jessie sounded distracted. I doubted either of our minds was on my brother and his girlfriend.
“Are you ready to go?” Banks asked, but I saw the real question in his eyes, and I couldn’t say no.
ChapterTwenty-Two
NO PRETENSES
~~Banks~~
Ablock from the venue was a hotel, and we scurried down the sidewalk, hand in hand and giggling like teenagers. Passersby paused to stare at the couple dressed in formal wear. Some laughed, and others merely gaped at us in surprise.
We burst through the door and rushed to the front desk. The tall, thin man behind the counter raised a brow at our entrance but showed no other reaction.
“How can I help you?” His dissecting gaze took in my custom tux and Jessie’s gorgeous gown as he sized us up.
“We need a room for the night.”
He consulted his computer screen. “We have a junior suite for—”
I interrupted him. “I don’t care what it costs.”
“In that case, I highly recommend the presidential suite on the top floor.”
“We’ll take it.” I whipped my wallet out of my back pocket and produced my credit card. He glanced at it before smiling quite warmly. “Absolutely, Mr. Slater, you won’t be disappointed.”
At this point, I wouldn’t be disappointed if he put us in the basement next to the laundry facilities.
As soon as we had our keys, we stepped into the elevator, and I pinned Jessie against the wall. My mouth roamed all over her face and neck as I ground against her.
“Fuck, I have to have you naked now.”
“Soon, we’ll be there soon.”
“If not, an elevator is the next logical step after a Zamboni.”
The door swished open, and I backed her into the hallway, never taking my hands and mouth off her. She wrestled the key from me and managed to open the door. We fell in a heap on the other side, and I kicked the door shut as I bent down to continue my mission.
Jessie pushed on my chest. I took a few seconds to register she wanted me to stop. I reared back slightly, bracing my upper body with my elbows on each side of her.
“Not here. Not on this floor.” She spoke with breathless haste, and I quickly complied. Scrambling to my feet, I held out my hand and helped her up.
Once we were both standing, we tore at each other’s clothes. Fueled by alcohol and lust, we threw out any doubts we had about this being a good idea and let our emotions run the show. I wanted this woman in the worst way possible, and she wanted me.
We were naked in seconds, but I couldn’t tell anyone how we got there in a frenzy of flying clothes and underwear. As much as I’d loved that dress, I loved Jessie naked more.
Only then did I pause from my frantic stripping to appreciate the pure perfection standing before me. Jessie wasn’t shy about exposing her body, nor was she shy in her slow assessment of me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I said with a reverence that actually surprised me.
“So are you.”
“I know.” I winked at her, and that sexy-deep-throated laugh sent tingles of excitement charging through my bloodstream.
I don’t know how much time passed as we stared at each other, eating each other up with our eyes. The Zamboni hadn’t offered much in the way of visual stimulation but had made up for it with tactile. Tonight, I’d be on system overload and relishing every fucking second.
I dragged my gaze from her to the view from the floor-to-ceiling corner windows. The city lights and ferry crossing Elliott Bay might be stunning, but they had nothing on Jessie.
I scooped her up and carried her past the bed to the L-shaped couch. “What are you doing? What’s wrong with the bed?”
