“It’s Chewbacca,” he admits.
“FromStar Trek?”
He scowls at me like I’ve committed a murder. “It’sStar Wars.Good Lord, woman. You’re killing me.”
I roll my eyes, even as my lips curl in a smile. “Okay, okay. I didn’t know you were a closet nerd.”
“Hey, I don’t hide it. You think a nerd can’t run a nightclub?”
I trail my eyes over his sculpted body. I’m not usually one to judge a book by its cover, but I have to admit I wouldn’t expect a nerd to look likehim.
“And what about your job?” he asks as we move on to filling the vases. “Have you always wanted to be an event planner?”
“Not necessarily, but it’s something I’ve always enjoyed doing. From planning my own birthday parties as a kid to being on the prom committee in high school, I love coming up with ways to make people happy at a party, to keep them entertained.”
“And corporate event planning? How did that happen?” he asks, as he pours water into the vases where I’ve placed the flowers, moving slowly and carefully so he doesn’t spill a single drop.
“Well, that was all Rainey. She did her research on other companies in the area and which type we were more likely to be successful in. She saw a space for us in corporate and we started with smaller companies and thanks to word of mouth, we have worked our way up to the bigger ones.”
He nods. “Like the Miami Thunder’s anniversary season this year?”
“Yes, though Rainey ran with that one since I had the charity fundraiser we all attended a few months ago, remember?”
“I do.”
I let out a laugh.
“What’s so amusing?”
“Oh, just remembering how my assistant and I worked overtime on that one.” I hesitate, then decide I trust him with my true self. “I have severe ADD,” I tell him. “I’m good at the creative parts, but need someone to keep me organized and on time.” I bite down on the inside of my cheek, finding my admission embarrassing, mostly because Mark did.
“Yet you made the best of the hand you were dealt. Look at you, one of the top-rated event planners in Miami.” His gaze meets mine and I find understanding not judgment there.
“I appreciate that,” I tell him. “A lot goes into making things work for and not against me. Setting alarm clocks earlier, paying my assistant very well to stay on top of things, too.”
“Hey. Don’t sell yourself short.” Tristan steps close to me, his hands cupping my cheeks. “You’re you, and I likeyou. A lot. In fact, I find you sexy as hell.”
My heart flutters as he tilts my head back, and my lips part, eyes closing. I’m lightheaded already when his lips brush against mine and I let out a needy groan. I slide my hands up the back of his neck and pull him closer, deepening the kiss and telling him without words that I want more.
The kiss goes on until he lifts his head, and says in a husky, desire-laden voice, “Please tell me we’re finished in here.”
“We’re all set.”
He grabs my hand and we rush to our room upstairs.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Tristan
The hotel roomdoor slams against the wall as we stumble into the room, our hands pulling at each other’s clothes and lips locked together. Desire rages through me and I barely manage to kick the door closed, shutting out the rest of the world as I get lost in the taste and feel of Kaylee. Thanks to her flowy skirt, it’s easy to strip her down to her underwear and pull off her tank top, leaving her in a mouthwatering, barely-there bra and panties set.
I pick her up with ease and carry her to our single but very large bed. As I stride across the floor, she kicks off her sandals, adding them to a pile on the floor. I lay her down on the bed and hover over her, then set my lips on her neck, nipping her skin. Her body is all feminine curves and soft skin, and my cockacheswith the need to be buried inside of her. I don’t know if I’ve ever wanted a woman this much before. It’s all-consuming, my entire body in tune with hers as I grind my erection into her core.
The light from the lamp on the nightstand is dim, but it’s bright enough to see her perky nipples are poking through the fabric of her white bra. It’s nothing fancy but the way it barely contains her full breasts makes it sexy as hell.
She arches her back as I reach behind her to pop it open and bare her breasts to my heated gaze. Bringing them together with my hands, I bury my face between them, inhaling her sweet scent as I lave her soft skin with my tongue.
“Tristan,” she moans, burying her fingers in my hair. “More, please…”
