I realize now that my shivering wasn’t just because of him touching me. I’m chattering like I’ve been left out in the cold.
“I’m fine,” I mumble, and try to lean up to kiss him again, but he puts his fingers on my lips softly.
“Carm. You’re trembling. Let’s get out of these soaked clothes, okay?” he tells me, his voice softer, but still deep and commanding. I can’t do anything but listen to him when he talks to me this way.
We head off the rooftop and back into the hotel, leaving a trail of drips and wet footprints all the way to the room.
Once we’re there, I start to strip out of my wet clothing, cringing at the sensation. Everything feels wrong with being so wet. The clothing sticks to me in all the wrong ways.
I look up and see Soren disrobing as well. My eyes follow the contours of his damp body and I swallow saliva in my mouth.
“Is it wrong?” I ask him.
He looks up at me after shaking his wet hair out. It hangs over his forehead.
“God, you’re hot,” I mumble.
He raises a brow. “Well, thank you, baby. But, what?”
I sigh. “Wanting to fuck you after…everything we just talked about?” I stand there completely naked in front of him.
“No,” he says definitively.”
“Really?” I ask, feeling disgusted with myself.
Soren tosses his wet boxers to the side and now he’s naked as well.
“Really, and you’re thinking that there’s something wrong with you…well, there’s something wrong with both of us, and I don’t fucking care,” he growls and leans down to press his lips to mine.
I slide my hands along his wet torso and press up against him so close that I can feel his semi-hard erection against my own. Everything feels so good. Tingling sensations of warmth against my skin as the heat of the room starts to thaw both of us out.
Just as I wrap my arms around him, his phone starts vibrating violently on the bed.
“I’m surprised that damn thing even works still,” I grumble against his mouth.
Soren sighs and pulls away from me. This time, he answers the phone.
All I hear is screaming on the other end. Shrill feminine screaming. He holds the phone further from his ear. Soren’s eyes go wide.
“Wait, wait a minute, no,” he starts, but the voice keeps going off on him. “Hold on a fucking minute who told you?—”
I blink.Oh no. This doesn’t seem good.
“No that’s not…goddamnit. I’ll be come in a couple hours, tell him not to do anything until I get there. Got it?” Soren hangs up the phone and then immediately grabs his suitcase and starts tugging on clean clothing. I sit down on the end of the bed, my heart racing. My head fuzzy.
“What’s going on, Ren?” I ask him.
“My uncle…knows something. I don’t know what, but it’s not good. He knows I’ve been lying to him. He’s apparently freaking the fuck out. I gotta get home before he does something stupid,” he explains, his eyes filled with rage.
“Like kill my entire family?” I ask, and immediately reach for my own phone on the bed. I quickly text my brothers to make sure everything is okay. “Fuck. I can’t go home right now. I have a meeting in an hour!”
“Don’t worry about it, Carmine. I’ll get home, talk Eivor down. You deal with business here,” Soren insists.
He’s already fully dressed, but his hair is still dripping wet.
“You sure?” I ask, maybe the question is a little bit for myself.
He shakes his head. “I don’t know. I’ll let you know when I land. If you don’t hear back from me by tonight…you might have to come looking for me.”
