As the two laugh and kiss, Veronica turns to us. “Okay, for the big prize package which consists of an upgrade to the presidential suite overlooking the ski hill, a helicopter ride, a couples massage at Serenity Spa and a romantic, candlelit rooftop dinner for two, what’s your answer.”
“That’s why you love me, is something I say a lot, and Luke responds with, you think that’s why I love you,” I say. Luke, catching me by surprise, leans in and plants a kiss right on my mouth. Honest to God, all this public display of affection is so unlike him. He might be a superstar hockey player, but underneath it all he’s a private guy who likes to keep his private life…private. I’m sure it devastated him when Kari splashed his business all over social media.
I’m a bit breathless when he pulls back and shows me his answer, which was exactly what I said. He lowers his voice to say, “And tonight in the presidential suite, right after you answer me, we’re going to do a whole lot of loving.”
7
Luke
I tip the concierge and thank him for bringing our luggage up. As soon as he leaves and I lock the door behind him, Katee lets out a little squeal, and spins around the massive presidential suite.
“This place is gorgeous.” She continues to spin, taking it all in. “I mean, the chalet was awesome too, but this place.” She rushes to the window and opens the curtain. “Look at the view, Luke.”
I step up behind her, press my chest to her back and look out at the snowy peaks glistening beneath the near full moon. “It’s something.”
“I knew we would win,” she says and claps her hand. “Although I’m not sure how you knew I was an ass girl.”
I laugh. “You’re pretty transparent, Katee, and I have known you since you were five. A guy picks up on these things.”
She plants one hand on her hips, and it’s all I can do not to stare at her curvy body. “Well, I know you’re a leg guy.”
“Oh, yeah?” I say. “How exactly do you know that?”
“A girl in a short dress and nice pair of heels, and you’re a goner, Luke.” She turns to me, and pokes my chest but I don’t budge.
I step into her, press my legs to hers. “Maybe it’s only your legs I like.”
“And maybe it’s only your ass I like.”
“Is it?” I ask blatantly.
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” She squirms out from my hold and her eyes go to the rose pedals sprinkled across the bed. “They went all out for us.”
I’m about to tell her I would like to know, when she folds her arms and hugs herself. Something inside me softens. “Hey, still cold. Fuck, we never should have come here.”
“The dampness gets right into the bones, doesn’t it?”
“Maybe alcohol will help warm you up.” I pull the bottle of champagne from the ice bath it’s in, and start untwist the wire cage.
“Alcohol makes me do lots of things,” she teases.
“Oh, I know. But don’t worry, I won’t let you do anything you don’t want to do.” I pull the cork, and champagne spills over the edge.
“Ohmigod,” Katee laughs and grabs us two glasses. I fill them, hand her one, and hold mine up in the air for a toast.
“What are we toasting to know.”
“Tonight I’m going to get you warm.” I say and step in to her, letting her know exactly where my thoughts are. “One way or another.”
The air around us charges, sparks with the new, volatile electricity. I swallow against the suffocating sexual tension as my cock thickens, presses against my unforgiving zipper. I grip my glass tighter as my hands itch to strip her bare and touch her all over. How would she react if I tore her clothes from her body, ravished the hell out of her? I assume one of two things could happen: I’ll either lose a nut, or we’re going to have the best fucking night of our lives.
Time to find out.
“What…what did you have in mind?”
I tip my champagne glass and point to the big Jacuzzi tub in the corner of the room, a skylight on the ceiling over it. “For starters, I’m going to draw you a bath.”
I cross the room, and following a path of rose petals and bend to fill the tub. I don’t bother removing the petals from the bottom. Roses are her favorite, and they’ll give off a nice fragrance for her bath. I test the water with my hand, and crook my finger.