“That’s enough for you, Wild Card,” I sigh.
She wiggles against me. Damn her and her luscious ass!
“Lemme go!” she whines, reaching out toward Sutton like a baby fighting to get to its favorite toy.
“Nope.” I spin her around, duck down, and scoop her up over my shoulder. “You’re done. It’s time for bed.”
She shrieks in delight and laughs as I carry her toward the hotel.
“Oh, my God!” she exclaims. “You’re so tall! Don’t drop me!”
Jesus Christ, I’ve never met someone who can go from pissed to excited so quickly. Her body bounces lightly against my shoulder, one arm dangling down my back, the other gripping the fabric of my jacket in a half-hearted protest.
“You’re going to regret this,” she says, voice muffled by my back.
“Highly doubtful,” I say, adjusting my grip on her legs as we pass under the canopy of twinkle lights marking the edge of the reception. Behind us, people cheer, and someone wolf-whistles. I give a lazy wave without looking back.
The hotel looms ahead, sleek and glowing under the dark Miami sky. As we hit the marble steps, she wiggles. “Seriously, put me down.”
“Not a chance,” I say, pulling open the glass door and marching into the air-conditioned lobby.
It’s quieter inside—cool, polished, all gleaming floors and soft lighting. A few guests in cocktail attire glance our way,eyebrows raised, but no one says anything. Her dress shifts as she moves, satin brushing my cheek. I can feel her laughter vibrating through her stomach, right where it presses into my shoulder.
I head for the elevators, her fingers tapping against my back with every step.
“You’re ridiculous,” she says, but there’s no heat in it. Just amusement. Maybe something else too.
I press the button. The doors slide open. I step inside without missing a beat.
I don’t put her down, even as we ride the elevator up to her floor. It takes a little bit to get her to tell me her room number, but once I’ve got it from her, I head down the hall straight to it. She gives me her room key and I open the door, slipping inside before I set her back on her feet.
“Woah,” she gasps, grinning up at me. “You’re really strong.”
“Yeah.” I swallow, feeling suddenly too hot under the collar as I gaze down at her. “Well… good night.”
Turning, I make to leave, intent on getting as far away from her as fast as possible, but she stops me by grabbing my arm again and yanking me back to her.
“Don’t go,” she murmurs, slipping one hand up the front of my chest and wrapping her fingers around my tie. “Stay with me.”
Using my tie like a leash, she drags me further into the room.
“No,” I reply, shaking my head and taking hold of her wrist to try and pull her hand away. “That’s not going to happen.”
She pouts. “Why not?”
“You’re drunk.”
She gives me a flirtatious grin, running my tie through her fingers as she tilts her head to the side.
“I’m not drunk enough,” she counters. “Besides, we’re both consenting adults. I just want to have a little fun, and I bet you do too.”
I thought I knew what temptation meant before this moment, but staring down into her dark green eyes, her body pressed against me, I realize I’ve never had a fucking clue..
It takes every ounce of willpower I possess to shake my head and say, “It’s not a good idea, Rylee.”
Irritation flashes across her features and she drops my tie, stepping back and crossing her arms. It reminds me of how angry she was in the airport this morning, which oddly only turns me on more.
“Come on,” she purrs, arching a brow. “What’s a wedding without a good-old-fashioned hookup? Don’t tell me you don’t want me. I know you’ve been watching me all night. And I want you.”
