I lick Shay’s fingers, and she pulls away. “We’ll be fine, ladies.”
“If you happen to need extra towels or blankets, there’s a self-service linen closet at the end of the hall, and a cabinet by the stairs you’re welcome to use.”
“Thank you.”
“We do ask that things stay quiet in the common areas overnight, and that guests don’t linger or socialize late, so that everyone can rest.”
“We won’t leave our room.” It’s a promise I fully intend to keep.
“Goodnight then.”
Their footsteps shuffle down the hall. Floorboards creak farther, farther, than nothing. The second it’s clear they’re gone, I’m on Shay again.
My mouth crashes down onto hers.
She lets out a muffled squeak against my lips, but then she’s kissing me back. Her tongue tangles with mine, and her hips roll in slow, lazy circles, and she melts into me like she never wants this to end.
And shit, I don’t either.
I could stay like this forever—her pinned between me and the wall, my cock buried inside her, and her taste on my tongue.
When we part, we’re both panting.
“I suspect we have the rest of the night to ourselves.”
She smiles against my lips. “Oh yeah?”
“And apparently there’s some candles that need lighting, if you’re interested.”
She rubs her lips together like she’s savoring my flavor.
Fuck.Fuck.
“I think a long soak would soothe my head.”
“Does your head hurt?” The heat drains out of me fast, concern punching through the haze.
“No.” She kisses me. “I’m saying yes to the Jacuzzi.”
I kiss her back hard. “There are other places I can soothe too.”
“Show me.”
She laughs when I whip her away from the wall and carry her to the bathroom.
It’s dark outside, so I flick on the light. The two frosted glass globes are dim, but still too damn bright, buzzing above the mirror.
The off-white Jacuzzi tub sits in the corner, oversized and sunken.
And this room looks like the rest of the Quylt House—pastel wallpaper, soft peach with a tiny floral pattern, high-pile bath mats under my bare feet, brass fixtures, lace-trimmed curtains at the window.
I set her on the marble countertop. “You wait here.” I kiss her nose and turn, rolling off the condom and tying it off.
I dispose of it before turning on the faucet. Water thunders into the Jacuzzi, and steam curls up the tile. While it fills, I find a long match and begin lighting the candles.
I steal glances at her, watching me. She curls her legs up in front of her and wraps her arms around them.
Small. Almost shy.
