I study his face, searching for any hint of apprehension. “You’re very calm about this.”
“I’m still enjoying the bubble.” His thumb traces slow circles on my thigh.
“The bubble?”
“The part where the world doesn’t know anything yet.” His gaze flickers around the suite, taking in our clothes scattered all over the floor.
More evidence of our wild night.
My cheeks flush. “Pretty sure the bubble popped hours ago.”
He kisses my shoulder, breath warm and tantalizing against my skin. “You sure?”
“You’re impossible.” My fingers trace the warm line of muscle along his arm.
“To resist.” He stares into my eyes and winks.
I playfully shove him. “Don’t be so fucking arrogant.”
“Too late.” His playful tone sends bolts of electricity through my entire body.
Sighing, I reach for a piece of fruit to try to redirect my focus. “We should get ready. They’re probably already wondering where we are.”
“You know,” his hand skims my leg again, “we could stay here a little longer.”
I shake my head. “We can’t skip the wedding festivities you flew me across the ocean to attend.”
“Worth a try.” His mouth curves, amusement dances in his eyes.
I shake my head, cheesing despite myself. Then, unable to resist, I tilt my head to kiss him lightly.
“Finish breakfast,” I whisper. “Then we face reality.”
He kisses me back like he has all the time in the world. “Reality can wait five more minutes.”
Honestly, I’m starting to agree.
Zach’s fingers continue to tease circles of fire along my thigh, pulling me deeper into the moment. The warmth between us is palpable, and as I look into his eyes, I see a mix of desire and mischief.
“You know, we reallyshouldtake our time,” I suggest, my voice dropping to a sultry whisper, lips brushing along his ear. “After all, we have a few days before the wedding.”
He chuckles. “Now, who’s tempting who, Skylar.”
“Me,” I reply naughtily. “Iwantto tempt you.”
He grins and suddenly the air is infused with erotic tension. “What do you have in mind?”
I consider the question for a moment, my gaze drifting down to where his pajama bottoms hang low on his hips, the outline of his growing arousal barely concealed.
I bite my lip. “I should show you just how much I appreciate breakfast.”
“Oh?” He raises an eyebrow, devilish glint in his eyes. “How do you plan to show said appreciation?”
With a smirk, I allow the blanket to slip, exposing my breasts to him completely. I watch as his breath catches, gaze locked with an intensity that ignites my skin.
“I have my ways,” I torment, heart racing with excitement.
His eyes darken and dilate. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”
