Indigo Nights (Nights #3)(24)

In just a few minutes, I was entering the lobby bar. I found myself a seat on one of the stools, turning it kitty corner so I could watch the door. I ordered myself a soda water with a twist of freshly cut lime, took out my phone and began to work through the emails that had gone unanswered earlier in the day.

I sensed her before I saw her.

As I glanced up, she was grinning from ear to ear at nothing in particular, entering the lobby in high heels, a figure-hugging top and a full skirt that showed off her tiny waist. Men and women turned their heads as she clipped over the marble floor, heading in my direction.

An uncomfortable and unfamiliar swelling in my chest threatened to wind me. I felt a sense of pride looking at her. It didn’t make much sense. I wasn’t sure what I was proud of. Perhaps that she was turning heads, or just that she was so goddamned sexy. It was uncomfortable because she wasn’t mine to feel proud of. But for the next few hours, I was going to do my best to make her mine.

Just for one evening.

She stopped in her tracks. Had she seen me? I sat forward in my seat but she spun around. She hadn’t spotted me. Then she clamped her phone to her ear. Who was she calling?

My phone began to vibrate in my hand.

I grinned as I saw Airport Orgasm flash on my phone.

“You’re very beautiful,” I spoke quietly into the handset.

I watched as her palm flattened under throat. “Hey,” she replied. “I was wondering whether you wanted to come over.”

“Wondering or hoping?”

Her cheeks flushed and she cocked her hip out. “Maybe both.”

Her whispered words sent electric currents straight to my cock and I shifted in my seat. “That’s good to know. Keep walking in the direction you’re facing.”

She looked up and directly into my eyes. “Hey,” she said again. “You’re here.”

I nodded and ended the call.

I glanced across at the barman, who seemed to be watching her approach, as mesmerized as I was. I wanted to punch him. I should be the only one allowed to look at her that way.

She slowed as she approached and I reached out for her waist, pulling her between my legs and kissing her firmly on the lips. “Really, very beautiful.”

“You been here long?”

I held her in place. “Just a few minutes. I thought we should order some cake. I believe that was part of your plan for the evening?” I nodded in the direction of the afternoon tea menu in front of me. “Choose what you’d like.”

I watched her as her gaze danced across the menu and I couldn’t help but smile.

We were going to have a very enjoyable evening.

The waiter leaned toward her to get her order and raised his eyebrows. It was flirtatious, and I went from wanting to punch him to wanting to bury him.

I pressed my lips against her cheekbone and slid my hand up her back. It was a possessive, intimate move between a couple rather than two relative strangers about to have sex. She shot me a wide-eyed look but I smiled and lifted my chin toward the menu, indicating she should order.

“What would you recommend?” she asked the barman.

“Order quickly. I’m getting impatient,” I said, loud enough for the bartender to hear, and kissed her cheekbone again.

“I think, maybe just one of everything. But a double portion of the chocolate mousse.” Her voice was uneven and breathy. She sounded impatient, too.

I removed my hand and slipped off the stool. I pulled out my wallet and dropped some cash on the counter to cover our order.

Beth slid her hand over mine. “I’ll just put it on my tab. You don’t need to—”

A woman trying to stop me from paying for something? That was a first.

“I want to, Beth.” For the first time in a long time, I set down my money not because it was expected, but because I wanted to.

“The faster that order reaches our room, the bigger the tip. You hear me?” I said to the bartender.

I pulled Beth toward the elevators. Thankfully the doors opened quickly. I wanted her away from prying eyes.

As soon as we got in, I pinned her to the wall with my hips and bent to suck on her bottom lip. She tasted sweet, like cherries.

She placed her hands on my shoulders. “Are you okay? What was that at the bar?”

“I’m okay, I just didn’t like the way he was looking at you. I’m the only guy who gets to have dirty thoughts about you.” I ground my hard-on into her stomach.

“He wasn’t having dirty thoughts about me.”

“Believe me, my sweet, every man you meet is having dirty thoughts about you.”

“You’re crazy.” Her hands slid around my neck, her fingers dipping into my hair. I had to suppress a groan. The slightest touch from her pulled me under her spell.

The doors pinged open. “I’m going to go crazy unless I get you naked, STAT.” I needed to rip off her clothes and check she was still the same, still as sexy as last time I saw her and then I needed to consume her, capture her, dull this ache inside of me.

The door to her room hadn’t even shut when I began to unbutton her skirt. Briefly, I scanned the room. Floor-to-ceiling windows made up two walls of the corner suite, and boasted views of the river snaking through the city. How did this beautiful young baker travel in such luxury? I wanted to ask, but got distracted by her glorious ass, flaring out in front of me as her skirt hit the floor.