She handed it back to him and let her head fall against the couch, stretching her neck and enjoying the lightheaded rush that came with a slow exhale.
They finished their drinks and Milo put out the cigar, a loaded silence settling over their chests as he offered to walk her back to her room.
The elevator doors closed.
Hanna could feel him watching her face, and she wondered if he could hear the questions rolling around in her head.
“So, we gonna talk about it?” His mouth was set in too sharp a line. The floor felt as though it was falling out from under them as it shot to the top of the casino.
“About what?” she deflected, buying herself time.
She stepped toward him and dragged her fingertip from his chest to the top of his suit pants, at war with herself. He straightened, a hand traveling across her back, pulling at the fabric of her dress.
“Hanna,” he whispered, lips just brushing her neck, and it set her soul on fucking fire.
She had questions. She wanted answers. She was sure he did too. But she knew that the moment they started the conversation, it would be game over. All the fun, all the distraction, all the heart-stopping touches and mind-melting texts.
They’d disappear. The thought of losing them a second time made her bones ache.
She fell forward, letting the entire line of her body press into his, his heart racing against her chest.
He leaned his head against the wall, eyes closed as she drifted a hand lower, her fingertips lingering just close enough to where he wanted her.
“Can we make it a problem for the flight home?” she asked.
The elevator stopped. The door opened.
“Fuck yeah, we can.”
“Where is everyone?” Milo asked between starved kisses and pulling at pieces of his suit.
“I don’t know,” Hanna gasped, breathless, kicking her shoes off.
He looped his arms around her waist and pulled her toward him, sliding both hands to her face and shoving his tongue between her lips in a way that made her knees wobble.
“Sara is staying with Matty tonight.”
“She’s a really good friend,” Milo murmured, his jacket and tie landing on the couch. “Which room?”
She turned him toward the main bedroom of their suite. No lights were on in any of the rooms, so the other girls were either asleep or still out. She fished for her phone.
It was a little after midnight. There was no way they had made it back yet.
“Eyes on me,” Milo said as he plucked her phone from her fingers and tossed it onto the pile of outfits she’d passed on while getting ready. He locked the bedroom door and turned back around, stumbling through his pants until he was down to just his boxers.
Hanna reached behind her, desperately trying to undo the zipper at the back of her neck. Milo sat on the edge of the bed and twisted her around, the room blurring. He yanked the zipper down in one fluid motion and just as she went to shimmy out of the black silk, his hands stopped her.
“You know, I’m supposed to be at a strip club.”
“Sorry,” she mumbled, throwing the dress into the corner. “I need you inside of me now.”
He flashed a wicked grin, his hand splaying across her stomach and gently running along the curled edge of her bandage.
“Let me feel how badly you want it, Arizona.”
His hands reached around her back and pulled her into his lap, spreading her knees over him. He didn’t even give her a second to catch her breath before he slipped a finger between her legs.
“Oh my god, what would you have done if I said no?”
