“Can we go get checked in? I would love nothing more than to take a long, hot shower.”
“Anything for you, beautiful.”
When Ian says that, I believe it with all my heart. And the feeling is mutual.
Getting checked into the hotel is quick, and it isn’t long before I’m stripping down and walking into the most luxurious hotel shower I’ve ever seen. Given the state of the suite Ian booked, I shouldn’t be surprised about the shower. There are multiple showerheads and a never-ending supply of hot water.
When we got to the room, I asked Ian if he wanted to join me, but after a searing kiss, he told me he had some calls to make and to take my time. As much as I love being with him, I’m glad to have a few moments to myself to decompress after the day.
My heart clenches as I recall each laugh and tear Ishared with my family. I wouldn’t trade seeing them for anything, but having such a short time together makes the thought of not knowing when I’ll see them again break my heart all over again. Regardless of when that day comes, I’ll forever cherish this gift that Ian gave me.
Pushing the glass door open, I startle when I notice Ian leaning against the sink. His arms are crossed over the chest that’s now my favorite pillow. He’s still dressed in his jeans and T-shirt, his expression heated yet cautious.
Without a word, he grabs a towel and closes the distance between us.
“How was the shower?” He unfolds the towel slowly and wraps it around me just as a shiver slips down my damp, naked body.
“It was so relaxing. Exactly what I needed. And I definitely need that body wash they have. It smells amazing.”
His hands are running over my body, helping to dry me. He bends, and his nose nuzzles my neck. Giggling with a squirm in response to the tickle, I try to move away from him. One arm goes around my waist and pulls me against him. With his nose still to my neck, he inhales deeply. Goosebumps erupt on my skin, and it isn’t from having just gotten out of the shower.
“You’re right. That does smell amazing.” His tongue runs up my neck until he’s nibbling on my earlobe.
My hands sneak out from under the towel wrapped around my shoulders to grab his waist, holding myself steady.
Just when I’m about to drop my towel, he kisses me right below my ear, and then straightens to his full height. “There’s a robe on the back of the door. And I think the lotion over there is the same scent as the body wash, if you want to use it. Dinner should be here soon.”
He kisses me on my forehead and leaves me alone. My lips wrap around my teeth as I bite back my smile.
I could get used to this.
After wrapping me up in the fluffy hotel robe and quickly brushing out my hair, he guides me out of the bathroom and directs me to climb into bed. I sit cross-legged, taking in the suite Ian booked more fully than when we first arrived, and it’s stunning. I don’t know how long we get to stay here, but I hope it’s for at least a couple of days so we can relax. Knowing we can’t stay too long since Jack and Ella’s wedding is coming up.
“Hope you’re hungry. I didn’t know what you were in the mood for, so I think I ordered one of everything, including the desserts.” Ian wheels in an overloaded room service cart.
“Oh, my goodness, Ian,” I say with a laugh. “That’s so much food.”
He gives a sheepish shrug. “I wanted you to have whatever you want, but I didn’t want to bother you.”
When he’s close enough, I capture his hand and pull him onto the bed beside me. I throw my arms around his neck and kiss him. He grunts and deepens the kiss, his tongue coaxing my lips apart. Tipping me back onto the bed, his hand slips beneath the robe, fingertips grazing my skin before cupping my breast. I moan into his mouth as he pinches my nipple. He pulls back with a groan and studies my face, his fingers still toying with my nipple.
I wiggle underneath him, trying to spur him along. “Ian, I’m going to smother you in your sleep if you stop again. Between the bathroom and now, I’m a little desperate here.”
A cocky smirk pulls at his lips. “That’s a risk I’m going to have to take.” He sits up and pulls me with him until we are back in our original positions. “We’ve barely eaten today.”
I sigh, tamping down the lust lighting up inside me and begrudgingly agree. “Fine, but the second we’re done…”
“That ass is mine.”
I huff a laugh. “Tell me you got a burger.”
He throws a look over his shoulder as if he’s insulted that I would doubt him. It takes him a few seconds to find the right plate, and then he hands it to me. “Do you want some condiments? I asked them to include whatever they have.”
“Can I have some mayo?”
He glances at my plate and back at me. “For your burger, right?”
“Yes…but also my fries.”
