"Take me upstairs," I said.
His jaw tightened. "You sure?"
"I'm sure."
We didn't run, but we didn't linger either. Hunter made brief excuses to his parents — something about an early morning — and we slipped out while dessert was being served. My phone buzzed in my clutch as we crossed the lobby. I silenced it without looking, angling the screen away from him out of habit.
The elevator couldn't move fast enough.
The moment the doors closed, his mouth was on mine. He kissed me like he'd been holding back all night — all weekend. His hands cupped my face, tilting my head back so he could deepen the angle. I grabbed his lapels and pulled him closer, needing more, needing everything.
The elevator dinged. We stumbled down the hall, his lips still on mine, my fingers fumbling with his bow tie. He got the door open somehow and we tumbled inside.
The suite was dim, lit only by the glow from the bathroom and moonlight through the window. Rose petals still scattered across the white bedding from housekeeping's romantic turndown service. Hunter pulled back just long enough to look at me, his chest heaving.
"Wait here."
He disappeared into the bathroom. Water started running. When he came back, he was grinning.
"Come see."
The jacuzzi tub was filling with steaming water. He'd gathered the rose petals from the bed and scattered them across the surface. On the marble edge sat an ice bucket with champagne and a plate of chocolate-covered strawberries.
"When did you—"
"Ordered it when I booked the room." He stepped closer, fingers finding my zipper. "Part of the Valentine's package. Figured we should at least look the part."
"And now?"
"Now I'm glad I did." His eyes held mine. "Is this okay?"
"Yes."
He drew the zipper down slowly, pressing his lips to each inch of skin he exposed. The dress pooled at my feet. I stood there in just a strapless bra and panties, fighting the urge to cover myself under the intensity of his gaze.
"God." The word came out reverent. "Look at you."
"Your turn."
I pushed his jacket off his shoulders. Yanked the bow tie free. His shirt buttons scattered when I pulled too hard and neither of us cared. His chest was broad and muscled, exactly what I'd imagined under those crisp shirts. Dark hair trailed down his stomach and disappeared into his waistband.
I reached for his belt.
He sucked in a breath when my fingers brushed him through his pants. Hard already. Straining against the fabric. For me.
"Tub," he managed. "Before I take you against the wall."
"That's supposed to discourage me?"
He laughed, low and rough, and stripped off the rest of his clothes. His cock stood thick and ready, and my mouth went dry at the sight of him.
He stepped into the tub and held out his hand. I unhooked my bra, slid off my panties, and let him help me in.
The water was perfect — hot enough to pull a sigh from my lips. He settled onto the built-in bench and pulled me onto his lap so I straddled him. His cock pressed against my stomach, hard and insistent. His hands spanned my waist, thumbs stroking the curve of my hips.
"Hi," he said softly.
"Hi."
