After that, the waiter came to clear the table, and I started feeling on edge again.
“Would you like another cocktail?” he asked, looking from me to Beckett, who had his eyes trained on me.
“It’s up to you, Piper. Do you want another drink?”
The implication in his words was unmistakable. If I didn’t have the drink, then we’d leave and finally get to the sexy part of the evening.
“No,” I whispered.
His eyes flashed. “Then we’ll have the bill, please.”
“Of course.”
The waiter made to leave, but Beckett reached into his pants pocket, taking out his wallet. “Wait.” He pulled out his card and handed it to the waiter. “Run this.”
“You don’t want to look at the bill first?”
“No. Just bring it back to me.” He didn’t take his eyes off me as he spoke. Somehow, that made this even more sensual.
I swallowed hard and took a sharp breath after the waiter left. The silence between us was laced with tension. I had no idea what to say. When had we gone from playful banter andenjoying sweets to this loaded tension? I felt every heartbeat like a thunderbolt in my chest.
After what felt like a million years, the waiter returned with the credit card. Beckett rose from his seat faster than I thought possible, and I did the same.
I realized with shock and surprise that I was shaking slightly. How was this man turning me on without even touching me, let alone kissing me? I could barely focus on anything except putting one foot in front of the other as we headed out of the gorgeous restaurant to the elevator. We had to wait a bit for it to arrive on our floor. When the door opened, we saw it was full of people, but as they got off, we went inside and were all alone.
The second the door closed, Beckett came closer until he was standing right behind me, looking at me in the mirror. He inhaled deeply and then brought his mouth to my ear, putting a hand on my waist.
“I want you so damn much.”
My whole body sighed with relief, like I’d needed to hear him say that.
He kissed my earlobe and then turned me around quickly. He tasted like lemon and orange from his drink. His kiss made me moan instantly. It wasn’t just wet or deep or dirty—it was completely overwhelming.
I tugged at his shirt, attempting to get it out of his jeans. I only remembered we were in an elevator when Beckett grabbed my wrist. “Fuck, Piper. We won’t make it out of here.”
“I know.”
He pulled back just as the doors opened.
He took my hand, interlacing our fingers as we stepped out. “I can book us a room.”
My panties dampened at the implication that he wanted to have me right here in this hotel. I nodded feverishly.
“Are you sure?”
I nodded again. I couldn’t even talk. What was up with that?
I risked a glance at him, and the eye contact was far toomuch, just as I’d thought it might be. My nipples hardened under his intense gaze.
The thought of having sex in this gorgeous hotel seemed naughty but romantic at the same time. Definitely the kind of stuff romance books were made of.
“Stay here,” he said.
I crossed my arms over my chest, moving a bit to the right so I could make space for the hordes of people going up to the restaurant.
This was thrilling.
Beckett returned much faster than I thought possible. I could already feel disappointment coursing through me. Surely they couldn’t have checked him in that fast. He was going to tell me that they were full or something.
