His eyes travel the length of me, a slow, leisurely inspection that leaves me quivering from head to toe.
“Like what you see?” I ask.
“Yeah, I do.” One arm snakes out and he drags me to him. He cups my face. “Mind if I mess up this lipstick?”
“I can reapply,” I say, and a second later his mouth is all over mine, kissing with a hunger and passion that zings through my body and settles deep between my legs. I put my arms around him, and he backs me up, presses me against the wall. He bends his knees and the steel rod below his belt presses against my sex. I groan and move against him. The last time I dry humped a guy and nearly got off was…never.
I’m breathless when he breaks the kiss, and the tortured look on his face matches mine. “You look gorgeous and I’m going to have a hard-on all night thinking about taking this dress off you,” he confesses.
“Yes, Cason.”
“Yes?”
“Yes, I had fun in the stratosphere and the hot air balloon,” I say, letting him know he can have his way with me tonight.
“Fuck me.”
“That’s the plan,” I say, and grin as I wipe my fingers over his bottom lip to remove the lipstick. “These smudges might raise questions, though.” I go to the nightstand, and grab my purse. He follows me in.
“Nice room,” he says as he explores the large space.
“I told you,” I say but then realize he’s used to big fancy places. The guy owns a damn mansion. I hand him a tissue and as he wipes his mouth, I reapply the ruby red lipstick.
“Listen I need to tell you something.” He rocks on his feet like a kid who just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
My stomach tightens at the seriousness in his voice, and I recap the lipstick and drop it into my purse. “It’s okay, Cason,” I say and avert my gaze.
He takes a step toward me, his presence big and overwhelming, even in the huge honeymoon suite. “What’s okay?”
“You’ve changed your mind,” I say.
Cason closes the distance, and tugs me to him in a move that is becoming familiar. “Your ex did a number on you, Kins. I am not having second thoughts.”
“You’re not?”
“No. If you don’t believe me, believe this,” he says and pushes his pelvis against me.
“Right.” My heart takes flight as his erection indents my stomach. Dammit, dammit, dammit. Why did my brain go straight for the worst? I guess that’s what happens when your ex tells you you’re not special, just before dumping you, and there is a part of you that believes he might be right. But Cason, he does make me feel special, and I shouldn’t jump to the wrong conclusions. He deserves better than that from me.
“I wanted to tell you that Liam knows about us. I lied but the bastard could see right through me. I told him to keep it to himself, and I’m sure he will.”
I shrug. “I guess that’s okay. He’s kind of wild and crazy but I think he’s a good guy.”
“He’s interested in Emily, actually.”
I laugh. “Who isn’t?”
“Me.” He brushes his thumb over my cheek and my knees weaken. God, when he looks at me like that…touching me with easy tenderness. It’s almost impossible to keep my heart out of the scenario. I have to though. I am not going down that road again—it only ends in disaster.
I try to make light of it and say, “You know all the right things to say, don’t you?” He inches back, his jaw tight as he scrubs his face. Ah, did I hit a sore spot? “Cason?”
“Actually, I never say the right things, not when it comes to the important stuff.”
Did he just say none of this was important—that maybe I wasn’t important? I try not to react like I’ve been slapped and quickly remind myself that we’re just having fun together.
I steal a glance at my phone to check the time. “We should go.”
He pinches the bridge of his nose. “Wait, I don’t think that came out right, Kins.”