Indigo Nights (Nights #3)(44)

I laughed. “Because I want to show you something.”

“But the things I want to see are indoors where clothes are optional.”

I shook my head. She was the perfect balance between sweetness and joy, sexy and dirty. “I think we can do both.”

I couldn’t wait to prove it.



Beth

I woke from a dream about lemon curd, shortbread and poppy seeds. I reached for the switch on the side of my chair that tilted it back up to a sitting position and I grabbed my notebook from the pocket to my side. I scribbled down some notes, then peeked over my shoulder and out the window.

My stomach tumbled, and I grinned.

I’d never enjoyed landings, but now my excitement at being stateside was threatening to bubble over as I willed the plane to the ground as fast as possible. I’d never been so enthusiastic to go back to the place I grew up.

Since my last trip to Chicago I’d returned to London, barely dating someone, and yet, here I was, going back to Chicago to see my boyfriend.

I’d resisted his numerous attempts to get me to stay with him. Moving quickly was one thing, but I wanted a life jacket to cling on to as I got swept down the river.

With Louis I’d moved in with him after our third date, and I’d become completely dependent very quickly. I was a different person now, but I wanted to make sure I didn’t fall into old patterns. Dylan and I could spend time together without me being a guest in his house.

Haven and I had gone shopping for a suitable dress for Friday’s gala, and we’d picked something that I thought Dylan would like. I was pretty sure he’d be okay with anything I chose, but as he’d told me I had the best ass in the universe, I wanted to make sure I had a dress that showed it off.

As soon as we were landed, I scrambled off the plane, texting Dylan on the way to immigration.

Beth: I just landed. See you later.

Dylan: I have the live arrivals board for O’Hare open on my laptop. I’m sorry I’m not there to meet you.

Beth: Make it up to me later.

I’d rather he finished his work so we could have the whole evening together than stop to collect me, then have to go back to the office. Once I was with him, I knew I wouldn’t want to let him go.

Dylan: It will be my pleasure.

An image of him licking my breast flashed into my mind.

Beth: I was hoping it would be mine.

Dylan: I’ll make sure it is.

It was a promise I knew he could deliver on.



At check-in, I was greeted by name. Clearly, I was spending far too much time here.

“You’re in 1204 again, Miss Harrison. Roger will take your bags up for you.”

“Thank you. I’m fine to take my own.” As much as I didn’t want Roger missing out on a tip, I didn’t want to have to wait on my suitcase.

I headed to the elevator and pressed the up button, glancing across at the bar where Dylan and I had sat when we were last here.

I squinted, and he came into view. He was here? He grinned, slid off his stool and walked toward me.

I breathed in the sight of his strong jaw and wide shoulders wrapped up in a beautiful navy suit that brought out his indigo eyes.

He circled his arms around my waist, pulling me toward him and kissing my forehead. “Are you eye-f*cking me?” he asked.

I tilted my head as if considering my answer. “I really think I am.”

He chuckled and kissed me again on the forehead before reaching for the elevator button.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t meet you at the airport. I had a call, but got here as soon as I could.”

“I wasn’t expecting you until much later. My other lover is about to arrive.”

He shook his head as he pulled me into the elevator car. “Don’t joke about shit like that. It makes me restless.”

“Would it make a difference if I told you my other lover’s a woman?”

He growled and pushed me against the glass wall of the elevator, slamming his tongue against mine, plowing deep and hard. My hands slid into his hair as I tried to stop from collapsing. Lust overtook me. I liked him, and I enjoyed our phone calls, but seeing him was different. Seeing him made my breath short and panties damp. I wanted to press my fingers against every part of his body in the hope that it would soothe my need for him.

“I’m so pleased you’re here,” I said as he kissed down my neck. “I told myself that I could wait until tonight, but I think I would have turned up at your office, naked beneath a coat.”

He pulled back to look at me. “I should have waited.”

The elevator doors pinged open and we scrambled out. “I need a shower. I’m airplane grubby.”

He bent his head to my neck as I fiddled with the key card in the lock. “A shower sounds good.”



I grabbed some additional pillows from the top shelf in the dressing room, pulled back the bedcovers and started to build a pillow wall down the middle of the bed.

Dylan wandered back into the bedroom, a towel around his waist, eating an apple. “I brought the menu. We should eat. What are you doing?”

“Yes, we should eat. Good idea.”

I pushed a pillow down to the foot of the bed. The wall should probably be two pillows high.

“Seriously, what’s with the pillows?” He grabbed the belt of my robe and pulled me toward him. We’d made it to the shower, then the sofa, then eventually back to the shower.