I wonder if she’s that smooth and creamy everywhere.
The elevator comes to a stop and the doors slide open, Charlotte exiting first. I follow after her, my gaze stuck on her ass and the way it moves beneath the skirt as she walks. Fuck, those sexy legs of hers, the nude stilettos on her feet.
My brain comes up with a fantasy. Charlotte sprawled across the hotel bed, naked save for the shoes and the earrings. Hard nipples begging for my mouth. Soaked pussy dying for my fingers…
She stops at the only door on the floor, waving the key over the locking device but it flashes red. She glances over her shoulder at me with a frown. “It won’t open.”
“Here.” I approach, completely crowding her, my front pressed against her back as I reach around her and snag the key from her fingers. “I’ll do it,” I whisper close to her ear.
She goes completely still, her head slightly bent, her warmth seeping into me as I wave the key slowly across the tiny black screen. Two green lights flash, accompanied by the click of the lock sliding back. She reaches for the handle, pushing the door open and I follow her inside.
The moment the door clicks shut we’re shrouded in darkness. I can hear her accelerated breathing, inhale her deliciously floral scent and I operate on pure instinct.
Next thing I know I’ve got her pushed against the wall, my body pressed to hers, pinning her in place.
“You said you wanted to see the view,” she whispers shakily.
I almost laugh. She’s adorable. “I don’t give a damn about the view.”
She tilts her head back, her lips in perfect alignment with mine. “What do you want to do, then?”
“I figured you had a case of pre-wedding nerves.” I touch her chin, tracing the point with my thumb. Drift the back of my fingers down the length of her throat. In the dim light let in from the cracked open curtains, I witness her briefly close her eyes, her tongue sneaking out to wet her lips.
Fuck. I shouldn’t do this. She’s beautiful and she’s sweet and she’s so damn vulnerable. I shouldn’t play with her heart or give in to my urges just because it’s been a couple of months since I had sex and all I can think about is getting Charlotte naked.
But it’s more than that. No one counts on me for shit, and this woman looks at me as if I could be her savior. She needs me. I want to be there for her.
I want to be her knight in shining armor.
“Are you nervous about tomorrow?” she asks me.
I bring her face back into focus. “No.”
“Oh. I am,” she admits. “What if I trip?”
“You won’t.”
“What if…you don’t show?”
The worry in her voice just about kills me. I refuse to disappoint this woman. Everyone else does.
But not me.
“I’ll be there.” I cup her chin once more, forcing her gaze to mine. “I promise.”
Her eyes are wide and unblinking. “What if someone figures us out?”
“Figures what out?”
“That our relationship isn’t real.” Her voice is strained with worry.
“We need to make it look real between us.”
“I try.” She shakes her head. “Sometimes, it still feels awkward to me.”
“What will make it easier for you?” I rest my hand on her hip, giving a squeeze. “Maybe we need more practice.”
“What kind of practice?”