With that, I smile at Mason brilliantly.
“I can’t wait, big boy,” I whisper before leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. He growls, seizing my chin to deepen the liplock, and immediately, my knees go weak. How many floors are there in this damn hotel? Or is this elevator just moving at a snail’s pace?
Mason brings his arm around me, the steel band holding me close, and the tips of his fingers graze the top of my ass tantalizingly. I close my eyes as heat rushes through me. Yes, I think I’m mostly looking forward to being alone with him with our skin bare and our hearts pounding.
By the time the elevator doors open, my heart is pounding so hard I’m sure Mason can hear it. We walk down the hall a few feet to his suite, and he holds the door open for me to enter.
“Come on in,” he growls.
Since I’ve been in the penthouse where Jemima lives with Bruce on the opposite side of the hotel, I thought I knew what the suite would look like. Standing here, I realize I was completely wrong. This suite is so much flashier than Bruce’s penthouse. Maybe that’s the difference in a room built for a VIP guest on vacation, versus a penthouse decorated as a home for one of the Wilshire brothers.
Yet, it’s absolutely amazing. The floors look as if they’re made from solid marble or maybe even quartz, and the furniture is beautiful. A large white sofa with golden feet sits in the center of the living area, across from a massive wall mounted television. There’s also an office nook with a full-size mahogany desk with ornate carvings along the sides and an imposing, straight-backed chair behind it.
Plus, the suite has a full chef’s kitchen, with white cabinets, and quartz countertops that have subtle shimmers throughout, adding a little something to the modern look. A large island is in the center of the kitchen, with a full sized five burner gas stove made for a professional chef. The best part of the suite is the wall of windows that overlooks the lights of Atlantic City, however. Painting in front of those windows would be a dream.
“This place is beautiful,” I say, completely awestruck.
Mason gives a small nod. “Yeah, it’s nice, but suites in hotels like this are pretty much all the same. I don’t use most of this space, in fact. It’s more a place to sleep while I’m traveling for work.”
I gasp.
“Really? Just a place to sleep?”
He grins ruefully.
“Sometimes, yeah. You get used to luxury, honey. Human beings are remarkably adaptable, and sometimes it’s a bad thing and not good.”
Meanwhile, I spin around slowly, still taking in the décor. There’s a door to the left of the living room, and looking inside I see it’s a room with a huge king-size mattress, as well as beautiful floor-to-ceiling windows.
“Wow, this room looks amazing, too,” I gasp.
Mason merely chuckles. “Yeah, but that’s the guest room. You should see the main bedroom suite.” The handsome man takes my hand and pulls me in close to him. My breath hitches at our close proximity, as his eyes drop to my mouth, pupils dilating. Just before his lips meet mine, he pauses like he’s giving me a moment to back out, but there’s no way I can walk away from this now. Every nerve in my body is alive with desire for this man right now.
“You’re so beautiful,” Mason says, his voice husky. He kisses me, slow and sweet, cupping one side of my face in his hands as he explores my lips thoroughly. Even though the kiss remains tender, my pulse is racing, and Mason’s eyes look like the ocean, full of dark desires. “Are you ready, honey?” he growls.
I know what he’s really asking, and there’s a part of me that thinks I should say no because we just met. But there’s a naughty part of me, the part of me that feels like I’m burning from the inside out that’s one hundred percent on board with this—with him. That part of me is the insistent side of myself, and I decide to give in. After all, when’s the last time I was with a gorgeous alpha male in bed? That settles it. I lean in and smile before pressing a quick kiss to his mouth.
“Yes,” I murmur.
Mason’s blue eyes go almost black and he lets out a low growl. Then he bends down and scoops me up into his arms. With a squeal, I throw my arms around his neck, giggling. But my laughter stops the second his mouth covers mine, and this time his kiss is far from soft or sweet. The man devours me, crushing his mouth to mine, and I open up for him helplessly, moaning as his tongue sweeps into my mouth.