Addison growled, and he tightened his grip on her waist.
Tsarevna’s eyebrow arched and she pursed her lips, glancing from Addison to Connie.
“You’ll have to excuse her. He’s the first toy she’s had all to herself,” Connie explained, “and she’s still a tad possessive. I’m hoping this weekend will show her men like him can be had anywhere.”
Tsarevna’s shoulders relaxed and she gave Addison and Devon another appraising look. “I remember when it was all so new and shiny. Perhaps they can give us a show before the main event.”
She clapped her hands together, and two men in tuxedos entered the foyer. “They will show you to your rooms. I’m sure you need to freshen up from your journey. Your luggage has already been delivered to your rooms.” She gestured for their group to follow the two men.
They moved through the door on the left and up a wide, marble staircase to the second floor, their footsteps silent on the plush oriental carpet.
He and Addison were shown to a room halfway down the hall, Graham and Paige directly across from them. Connie continued farther down.
Devon guided Addison into the room and closed the door firmly, turning the ornate, old-fashioned key in the lock.
“I—”
He placed his finger over his lips, shushing her. Opening his carry-on suitcase on the end of the king-sized bed, he pulled a small hand-held AM/FM radio from the inside pocket. The clothes were rumpled enough to confirm his suspicion that their bags had been searched before being delivered, which was why they hadn’t packed any high-tech equipment.
Turning the radio on, he spun the channel dial until there was no static, then walked around the room, holding it close to lamps, under tables, and near the wall sconces. It squawked on the lamps beside the bed and under the desk. He clicked it off and tossed it in his open suitcase.
Addison had remained near the door, her eyebrows pinched together and a frown on her face. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her close and slid his mouth up her neck to her ear.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“There are listening devices in the room,” he whispered. “Probably video as well. This way we can talk.”
She tilted her head to the side. “Is that the only reason?”
“No. You growled.” He tried to take her mouth, but she turned her head away.
“Did I?”
Was she regretting what happened on the plane? Had he misinterpreted her response to Tsarevna’s suggestion?
“Yes. Push me away. Tell me to go sit in the chair, then come straddle my lap.”
She shoved him away hard enough he took a step back. “Go sit in the chair.”
Christ, that made him hard. He’d been suffering since the plane, and Addison standing there with her hands on her hips and an imperious look on her face about sent him over the edge.
He took off his suit jacket and tossed it on the bed, backing up until his legs hit the wide, wingback chair.
Addison didn’t take her eyes off him while she sauntered to the bed and opened her overnight bag. She pulled out her toothbrush and toothpaste.
“Stay there.” She shut the bathroom door, and he heard the water turn on.
He ran a hand over his mouth and grinned. She hadn’t wanted to kiss him because she’d thrown up earlier. It hadn’t even crossed his mind.
The water shut off, and she came out of the bathroom, kicking her heels off near the bed. She braced her hands on the arms of the chair and eased her knees on either side of his legs.
Not close enough. He grabbed her ass and pulled her tight against him, thrusting his rigid length against her.
Addison moaned and ground down on him.
He hissed out a breath. Fuck, that hurt good. “Have you ever been the aggressor?”
She shook her head.
