I was already yanking off my shirt as we wandered through the sort of living room area, and when we got into the bedroom, where we’d both dropped our bags, I tossed the shirt onto the bed. I could handle it later.
Davin found a closet behind one door in the bedroom, and it looked like a full size one. What would someone need with that much closet space in a hotel room? It was a nice place and all, but seriously, I hoped no one lived that long at a hotel.
I was toeing off my shoes while he crossed to the other door, and there it was.
The bathroom did not disappoint in the least. It had not only a shower big enough for two adults—maybe five or six, in fact—but also, a hot tub.
Not that I was likely to use a hot tub.
Hot tubs always seemed cool till you had to wait like an hour for the darn thing to fill up, and also, I’d never gotten much out of the whole “jet of water on my balls” thing. If anything, it was the opposite of sexy.
Fortunately for me, Davin didn’t even glance at the tub. He strode right over to the shower, opening the huge glass door and leaning in to flip the water on. Then, while we waited for the water to heat up, he pulled off each piece of his—or my, in the case of the shirt—worn clothing and folded it, stacking them on the counter. He’d already left his shoes in the living area, so somehow, he was naked before I was.
Okay fine, not so much “somehow” as “I almost tripped and broke my leg trying to hurry too fast, and so had to stop and sit on the bed and not-so-calmly take my pants off.”
When I finally ripped the damn things off my second leg and threw them and my underwear on the floor with disgust, I looked up to find Davin lounging, fucking naked, in the bathroom doorway.
Naked Davin.
My brain might have shorted out, because the next thing I knew, he was standing in front of me, one hand cupping my face and the other running through my hair. When the latter reached my nape, his grip tightened, and he pulled me off the bed until we were standing there, pressed together from neck to toes.
And it turned out that as calm as he might seem, Davin was every bit as interested in the situation as I was. Unless he just went around that hard all the time, and that seemed like a thing even I might have noticed by now.
The hand cupping my cheek moved, and he lifted his index finger to tap my nose. “You’ve got to stay with me this time. No room for distraction in this.”
How could I get distracted from?—
A strange, rhythmic buzzing started, and I frowned and looked around. What could...it was emanating from my pants. What the...oh shit. Was someone calling me? Everyone important had a ridiculous ringtone assigned to them, so buzzing would mean it was just?—
“Absolutely not,” Davin denied, turning and grabbing the pants by the bottom hem. Then he marched to the door and opened it long enough to toss them out before closing it again. Then, he locked it. Like the phone might have somehow figured out how to open the door and try again if he hadn’t locked it out.
Without missing another beat, he marched back to me, scooped me up, and carried me back into the bathroom. “No more calls,” he muttered. “No more kittens or vampires or dragons or other arseholes getting in my way.” He set me down in front of the shower and reached in, checking the temperature of the water before planting a hand in the middle of my chest and pushing, forcing me to walk backward into the huge shower stall as he followed me in. “Just you, and me, and this water.”
The water fell over my back, wetting my hair, then my face and chest, making me turn and sputter a bit, because who liked water to the face?
Davin, apparently.
He didn’t seem to care about it at all. No, he just kept pressing my chest, all the way through the stream of warm water, to the back side of the stall, until I was pressed against cool gray tile, and Davin’s body was against me.
“Just the water?” I asked. Then without waiting for a real answer, since I didn’t give a single fuck about that, I reached up to squeeze his shoulders. “Sounds like a good time to me.”
His smile then was perfect. Just what I’d needed. Okay, not exactly. What I really needed was for him to?—
Yeah.
He leaned down and pressed our lips together, but unlike every other—mostly public—time he’d done the same thing, there was a firmness. An intent.
Hunger.
I opened for him, leaning back and letting myself go lax in his arms, and he pressed in. An inexorable force that no part of me wanted to fight. His tongue was slick and hot as he swept it through my mouth, almost like he’d been drinking something hot right before the kiss, and it took my breath away.
One of his legs pushed between mine, parting them and pinning me against the cool tiled wall of the shower stall. His hands slid down my wet skin, leaving heat trails everywhere, and for one delirious second, I worried that the whole room was going to combust, water and all.
When his mouth left mine I wanted to protest, but he wasn’t finished just yet. He trailed his lips back to the corner of my jaw, the sensitive spot where it met my neck, nibbling there a moment, and then he kissed his way down my neck. Halfway down, he started biting. Not hard enough to break skin, or even to hurt, really, but it was...
“Ngh,” was all that came out when I tried to tell him how fucking perfect he was. How he was exactly everything I’d ever wanted.
That I loved him.
