“Oh.” Our gazes collide and we stare at each other in silence until I say, “The bed up here is really big.”
“Yeah?” He shoves his hands into his jeans pockets. He already got rid of his jacket and beanie, while I’m still in my coat, and he looks so handsome in the black and gray flannel shirt. I’m so used to him always being in his uniform, it’s still a bit of a shock seeing him in regular clothes.
I nod. “Come up here and check it out.”
He does as I ask, his heavy-booted footsteps loud on the stairs as he heads up here. He comes to stand next to me, and I suddenly feel awkward. A little uncomfortable. Not because of him.
Because of my own insecurities and nerves over the sleeping situation.
“You’re right. It’s nice up here.” Crew goes to check out the bathroom. “I think this place was recently remodeled. Everything looks new.”
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.