A Million Kisses in Your Lifetime(93)

I follow him to the bathroom, silently agreeing with him. The marble countertops, the massive glass-encased shower and giant white tub, all of it looks modern and sparkly brand-new.

My imagination kicks into gear and I immediately envision the two of us sitting in the tub, Crew behind me, his arms wrapped around my middle, our naked, wet bodies covered in soapy bubbles.

I feel very grown up right now.

“I don’t want you sleeping on the pull-out sofa,” I announce.

His smile is slow. “Oh yeah?”

I slowly shake my head. “We can share the bed.” I exit the bathroom, and he follows after me. “Look how big it is. We have plenty of room.”

“Yeah, we do.” His tone is suggestive and my entire body flushes hot. I can’t even look at him right now.

I’m afraid if I do, he might tackle me onto the bed and show me everything he wants to do to me.

And I won’t protest. Not one bit.

He settles on the end of the bed, his legs spreading wide. “Come here.”

I let him snag my hand and pull me in close, letting go of his hand, so I can settle mine on his shoulders.

“You look nervous,” he says.

My smile is tremulous. “Are you surprised?”

Crew slowly shakes his head, his hands settling on my hips. “You need to relax. Want to order room service?”

I nod. “I’m hungry.”

“Me too.” He grabs hold of me, making me squeal as he basically tosses me on the bed. I land with my back on the mattress, breathless when he hovers above me, his face in mine, his gaze locking on my lips.

“Is this your idea of room service?”

He laughs. “Did you just make a dirty joke?”

That wasn’t my intention but…

“I guess so.”

Dipping his head, he delivers a drugging kiss upon my lips. One full of plenty of heat and tongue, accompanied by those low murmuring sounds he makes, as if he can’t get enough.

Can’t get enough of me.

His hand slips beneath my sweater and I don’t push him away. I lean into his touch, wishing he’d take it further.

I want to feel his hands all over me.

We kiss for I don’t know how long, until my mouth starts to ache and my chest feels tight. I can feel him as he slowly grinds his hips against mine and my body responds, that slow, throbbing ache between my legs making me restless.

He grabs hold of my hands, interlocking our fingers before he holds them above my head. When he breaks away from my still seeking lips, I lie there trying to catch my breath as he studies my face, his eyes dark.

“If I had my way, we’d never leave this cabin for the entire weekend,” he murmurs.

“We’d eventually have to eat,” I remind him.

“There’s room service.”

“I thought I was your room service.” I smile.

So does he.

“I want to see the Christmas stuff,” I admit. “You said the town was cute.”

“From what I could tell, it’s straight out of a Hallmark movie,” he says.

I frown. “What do you know about Hallmark movies?”

“I have a mother. And a sister. I’ve seen a few in my lifetime,” Crew admits, somewhat grudgingly.

I suddenly have a great idea. “We should watch some this weekend,” I suggest.

“The only thing I want to watch is you.” He nuzzles my neck, his breath hot on my skin. “We should take a bath. That tub will fit the both of us.”

My earlier fantasy flares to life, but is quickly doused by a serious case of nerves. “I don’t know about that.”

He lifts away from my neck, so he can look at me. “What if I feed you first.”

I’m tempted.

“Then give you an orgasm or two.” He grins.

I blush. “Crew…”

“I should’ve brought Blow Pops.” He thrusts against me again, nice and slow, and I close my eyes, breathing deep when I feel his fingers tighten around my wrists. As if he wants to keep me captive.

“Surely you’re more creative than that,” I tease.

He pauses for so long that I open my eyes, worried I said the wrong thing.

“You want me to be more creative?” His brows shoot up. The devilish expression on his face is almost scary.

Almost.

But not quite.

“I don’t want to scare you, Birdy,” he continues. “But if I had my way, I’d strip you naked. Then I’d take one of those ribbons you’re always wearing in your hair and tie your wrists together.”

He squeezes them for emphasis.

My entire body flushes at the image he’s putting in my head. I love it when he tells me what he wants to do to me. “Then what?”

And I think he knows it too.

“I’d kiss you everywhere. Make you come with my fingers. Then my mouth.” He kisses me, his tongue searching. “What do you want to do to me?”

I don’t know if I can say the words out loud.

“I can tell you what I want.”

“Tell me,” I murmur.

“I want you to make me come with your fingers. Then your mouth.” He basically repeats what he just told me, and my panties flood with moisture at the thought. But…