“Nah,” he says, pouring my shampoo into his hands. “I’m going to be the reason you finally start living.”
“Jury’s out on that,” I deadpan.
We finish our showers, and yes, I’m still hard, fuck-you-very-much.
There’s a dress code for the party because the restaurant, Summit, is extremely high-end. They don’t allow ski clothes inside, so if you stop by for lunch, you have to leave your boots in cubbies in the lobby as well as heavy jackets and wet snow pants.
As I’m buttoning my sport coat, feeling a little ridiculous in the formal wear, Hanlon walks back into my room in black slacks and a hunter-green sweater with the black button-down he wore to the lounge underneath.
But he’s missing his glasses.
“Is this okay, or do I need a suit jacket or something? If so, I’ll have to borrow one.”
“Where are your glasses?” I ask, ignoring the jacket question. No one is going to turn him away at the door. Not looking like this.
Hanlon’s cheeks flush.
“I thought I’d wear my contacts since you seemed tolike the look in the shower,” he confesses, his index finger picking at the skin on the side of his thumb, giving away his nerves.
“To be very clear, I likeallof your looks. Wear whatever makes you the most comfortable.”
He crosses the room to peck me on the cheek.
“Thank you.”
I can’t tear my eyes away from him. “Although you’re already making it extremely hard on me tonight, and I swear to God, if Logan hits on you, I’m going to deck him in the mouth.”
Hanlon huffs a laugh and slips his hands into his pockets, a look of total confidence on his features.
“Just remember, I’m coming home withyou. There’s no need for punches…even if your possessive side really gets me going.”
I melt into him. I can’t fucking help it.
Wrapping my arms around his waist, I nip his bottom lip. “Oh yeah? Possessive assholes are your type?”
“I like you, don’t I?”
Feeling bolder with each interaction, I lightly wrap a hand around Hanlon’s throat. Just to hold him in place as I bring my mouth to his. He pushes himself further into my hand and moans against my lips.
I have so much to learn about what he likes. Good thing his pleasure seems to be my aphrodisiac.
“To be continued,” I whisper, letting go and taking a step back.
“Whose stupid idea was it to go to this thing tonight?” he grumbles, makingmelaugh this time.
“I believe it was yours.Iwanted to stay home and get you off.”
His eyes and mouth widen simultaneously.
“That!Let’sdothat!”
“Too late. Logan will have already told everyone we’re coming.”
“So? Cancel.”
“And let Logan’s mind wander unchecked about what we could possibly be doingtogetherinstead of spending our night with him at that party? I don’t think so, Han. Let’s get this over with so we can come back home as soon as possible.”
Hanlon rolls his eyes and turns to leave my room, but I grab his hand and spin him around, bringing us toe to toe.
