Her eyes darken, and she bites her lip. “Me too.”
The elevator dings, and I practically drag her down the hallway to our room. I swipe the key card and push the door open. Hope gasps as we both take in the room.
Fuck.
The suite is massive. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the ocean, a king-size bed with white linens, rose petals scattered everywhere, and candles on the nightstands. There's a bottle of champagne on ice, a fruit platter, and a balcony with two chairs facing west.
“Frost,” Hope breathes as she steps further inside. “This is?—”
I don't let her finish. I kick the door shut, spin her around, and kiss her hard.
She gasps against my mouth, her hands fist my shirt, and I walk her backward until her legs hit the bed. My hands are everywhere. Her waist, her hips, and one slides up under her shirt.
“Need you,” I growl against her lips. “Right fucking now.”
“Yes.” She pulls at my clothes.
I strip her slowly, savoring every inch of skin I reveal. I wish she hadn’t changed at the airport, because getting her naked would’ve been so much faster. Although she probably would’ve killed me if I had torn her dress off her, and how I’m feeling right now, I can’t say I blame her.
I tug her shirt over her head and then unclasp her bra.
Fuck, her tits are perfect.
I lean down and take one nipple into my mouth. She arches into me, moaning, and I smile against her skin.
Her jeans are next, and I drop to my knees as I slide them down her legs, taking her panties with them. She stands there, completely naked, and I stare for a second, taking her in.
“You're so fucking beautiful,” I say, my voice rough.
Her skin turns a deep shade of red. I love that I can still make her blush even after everything.
I lean forward to kiss her inner thigh, and she shivers. “Fros?—”
“Shh.” I spread her legs wider, settling between them. “Let me take care of you, darlin’.”
I lick her slowly, tasting her. Hope gasps, her hands flying to my hair. She's already wet, and I groan against her, the taste of her driving me fucking crazy. I work her with my tongue, slow and deliberate as I hit that spot that makes her legs shake.
“Oh God.” Her hips rock against my face. “Frost, please.”
I slide two fingers inside her and curl them until she cries out. I don't stop, keeping up my pace. Within seconds, she comes, and her thighs clamp around my head as she pulls my hair.
“Fuck,” she breathes as she collapses back onto the bed.
I stand up, wiping my mouth as she looks up at me with those big, hazel eyes.
“My turn,” she says, her voice still shaky.
She sits up, her hands going to my belt, and I let her undress me. My cock is hard as fuck. She wraps her slender fingers around it, and I hiss through my teeth.
“Hope.” My words come out more like a plea than a demand.
She leans forward and takes me into her mouth. I nearly lose it right there. Her tongue swirls around the head, and she takes me deeper while her hand works the base. Her mouth is wet, warm, and tight. I have to grip the edge of the bed to keep from thrusting into her mouth.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” I praise.
She hums around me, and the vibration nearly does me in. I pull her off before I come, and she looks up at me, her lips swollen, and her eyes dark with lust.
“I need to be inside you,” I say, my voice rough.
