“What?” I asked, wiping at my face assuming I had something on there. After all, that was exactly something I’d do.
“Nothing,” he replied with a short shake of his head. “You ready to get out of here?”
“Let’s go.”
* * *
“You’ve got to be freaking kidding me!” I squawked as I darted towards the windows.
I couldn’t believe it. After we’d left Seth’s place, I assumed he was taking me home. And he did. But only long enough for me to pack a bag and grab something to wear out for dinner. Then, like the little sneak he was, he’d driven us into the city and into the underground car park of a swanky hotel.
Arriving at the check-in counter, I almost choked on my breath when there was a reservation ready and a bellhop waiting. While Seth signed the paperwork, I was handed a glass of champagne, and my pink overnight bag that’d seen better days was whisked away.
Now I was standing in a fancy arse hotel room, staring out the picture windows across Sydney Harbour. It was beautiful, that was unquestionable, but the view from here was spectacular. I could see the ferries bobbing on the water as they passed under the Sydney Harbour Bridge, while the Opera House had the lights turned on against the early evening sky. People filled the cafés lining the boardwalk while others relaxed on the grass.
“It’s pretty incredible,” Seth whispered against my neck, and I got the distinct impression he wasn’t referring to the view.
When his arms wound around my waist, I cuddled him close, loving the way the warmth from his chest felt against my back. Spinning in his arms, I pushed up on my toes and kissed him. It wasn’t like our previous kisses. This didn’t start out hungry or frantic or desperate. This was something else. Something sweeter. Gentler. Something filled with meaning.
Cupping my face with his hands, Seth tilted me backwards until I was off-balance, relying on him to keep me standing before deepening the kiss. He’d turned our simple kiss into one of those old school, Hollywood style kisses. The ones that you saw in movies. It would’ve been romantic as fuck if his dick wasn’t digging into my thigh as the feral growl was torn from his throat.
