***
The hotel is right out of town, small and quiet and beautiful. I want to ask how much he paid for this but keep my mouth shut. He’s making okay money between manning the front desk at Damage Control and his own thriving graphic design business, and I’m touched he planned this for us.
For me.
Thrilled, too. I’ve never stayed at a hotel before, not with the way my finances have been ever since I had Jax, even with Tyler paying off my debts, and not with the typical lack of time when you’re working and studying and taking care of your young son, only to find the love of your life again and promptly get preggers again.
Not that I regret a single minute of it.
Except for the years where I thought Tyler was dead or worse. I’d return those back in a heartbeat. The tears I shed during those years could fill an ocean.
“You’re a million miles away,” Tyler says, thankfully breaking through my darkening thoughts. He puts his hand under my chin, lifts it until I meet his gaze. “Everything all right, girl?”
“I love you,” I whisper. “I’m just so happy you came back to me.”
“That’s where your mind wandered to, huh?” A shadow passes behind his eyes and I’m sorry for putting it there, tonight of all nights. “The time I spent apart from you was the worst of my life.”
“I know.” I put my hand over his, turn my face to kiss his palm, feel him shudder. “I’m so sorry you went through all that.”
“I’d go through anything to come back to you,” he says quietly, and I smile against his rough palm, because I believe it. “Fuck, I wanna kiss you.”
And then he does, moving our hands away and leaning over to crush his mouth to mine, with teeth and tongue, not holding back. Showing me how much he wants me.
I’m breathless when we break apart after a while, my lips stinging from the attack, my chin scraped by his stubble, and I swear the windows of the car are fogging up.
“Room,” I say and snicker when he reaches down to adjust himself in his pants. “Or we’ll be making out in the parking lot like teenagers.”
“Then we should hurry,” he growls, “because I’m two seconds away from tearing your clothes off and burying myself in you.”
Oh boy.
He can dirty-talk me into an orgasm. He’s done it before, and combined with the flush on his cheeks, and how worked up he seems, knowing I am doing this to him…
Soaked panties, check. Clenching deep inside my belly, check. Heart racing, check. I think if he so much as kisses me again, or touches me, I’ll come.
He opens the door, climbs out and comes around the car to open it for me. He gives me his hand and pulls me out, wraps an arm around me and hauls me toward the hotel so fast I can barely catch up.
He heads straight to the front desk, asks for our key, grabs it and then he bends his knees, grabs my legs and swings me up over his shoulder.
Actually frigging swings me up over his shoulder and strides to the elevators like a proper caveman.
“Tyler! Put me down.” I’m hitting my fists on his back, but I’m laughing too hard to do any damage. “Ty!”
“Told you it’s gonna be a preview of our honeymoon.”
“You can’t… God, Ty, let me down.” I’m wheezing as he lets me slide down the front of his body and drags me into the first elevator that opens.
“Can’t what?”
What indeed? He can do anything to me, and I’d gladly let him. I’d trust him with my life and the lives of our children. And when the doors close, and he kisses me, I melt against him.
I’ve been his all along.
***
We’re kissing again as we stumble through the door into our room, Tyler managing to somehow close it behind us without breaking the kiss, his hands sliding over my body, gripping me tightly. He walks me backward, and even though we’re still dressed and moving, his hard-on brands my belly where it’s caught between us, large and thick, and I don’t think I can wait a second longer to get my hand around it, feel it throb against my fingers.
The back of my knees hit the bed and I gasp. His arm locks around my waist.