talking to?” she asked.
“Front desk. I ordered up some dessert.” He sat forward and waved her to the bed.
She propped a hand on her hip. “I thought we just had dessert.”
“Funny. Leave that stuff and come back over here.” He beckoned emphatically with both hands.
What was he doing? Wasn’t this the part when they got dressed and said their awkward goodbyes? Shouldn’t somebody be leaving? Namely her?
She tossed his clothes to the arm of a chair, and as she neared the bed, Dibs stretched for her hips and tugged her forward. He pressed a kiss to her stomach, wrapped his arms around her, and rested his cheek against her waist. She frowned. What in the world was he up to?
As she combed her fingers through his thick hair, he tilted his head back, lifting a heavy-lidded gaze to hers. Contentment colored his eyes the distant glow of an endless summer sky.
Her heart lurched and tightened in her chest. How strange…that she could be so moved by this man she barely knew. “What are you thinking about down there?”
“How I could get totally used to this.”
She cupped his cheek and bent down for a lingering kiss. He was a smooth talker. She had to give him that.
Floating a hand over her hip, he urged her onto his lap, and his breath bathed her neck when he buried his face in her hair.
Okay…wait. Now she got it. She slung an arm around his shoulders. “You’re one of those insatiable sorts, aren’t you?”
He hefted her in arms and turned in one motion, tossed her onto the bed and jumped, landing beside her on the bed. An irrepressible laugh escaped when he scooped her in under his chest.
“I can’t help it. You make me crazy.”
“Aha! I knew you were a whack job.”
With tender lips, he brushed a chuckle along her shoulder. And for the briefest moment she let herself believe he only wanted to hold her, to kiss her, and nothing more. He worked his hands in under the small of her back, tightened his arms, and rolled them over until she lay balanced along the length of his body. Tangling their legs together, he landed delicate kisses over her cheeks and neck, eyelids and chin.
She finally pulled back from him, laughing lightly at his satisfied grin.
“We should get on the same flight tomorrow,” he said.
“We should, huh?” She folded her arms across his chest and lowered her chin to her linked fingers.
“Yes.” He settled one of his hands behind his head, squinting up at her. “And then I’m buying you dinner.”
“You already bought me dinner.”
“What’s your favorite restaurant in Chicago?”
A muted tapping sounded against the door. She smiled and rolled off Dibs, skimming his broad shoulders when he crossed into the seating room and swung the door wide.
A gloved bellman wheeled a large silver cart through the door and she sat up, her brows lifting at all the different covers aligned on top. She left the bed for the cart and peeked under a lid, discovered a bowl of fresh fruit and popped a strawberry into her mouth. The door shut and a moment later Dibs materialized behind her, his strong arms coiling around her waist, bringing her bottom flush to his hips.
She selected another strawberry and offered it to him over her shoulder. He sucked the tips of her fingers while taking it into his mouth.
Under the next lid lay a piece of New York cheesecake. She curled her lip and resettled the cover.
“See anything you like?” The sash at her waist went slack. Dibs snuck his hands inside and began a tantalizing exploration of her body.
“Not yet.”
The third plate held a piece of carrot cake. She grimaced and dropped the lid.
He pressed his palm to her stomach, brushed her hair aside with his chin and nibbled a row of love bites down the column of her throat. His erection nestled and hardened along the crease of her bottom. He swiveled his hips, one hand cupping her breast, and swept his thumb back and forth until the nipple sprang to attention. His contented murmur warmed
“Front desk. I ordered up some dessert.” He sat forward and waved her to the bed.
She propped a hand on her hip. “I thought we just had dessert.”
“Funny. Leave that stuff and come back over here.” He beckoned emphatically with both hands.
What was he doing? Wasn’t this the part when they got dressed and said their awkward goodbyes? Shouldn’t somebody be leaving? Namely her?
She tossed his clothes to the arm of a chair, and as she neared the bed, Dibs stretched for her hips and tugged her forward. He pressed a kiss to her stomach, wrapped his arms around her, and rested his cheek against her waist. She frowned. What in the world was he up to?
As she combed her fingers through his thick hair, he tilted his head back, lifting a heavy-lidded gaze to hers. Contentment colored his eyes the distant glow of an endless summer sky.
Her heart lurched and tightened in her chest. How strange…that she could be so moved by this man she barely knew. “What are you thinking about down there?”
“How I could get totally used to this.”
She cupped his cheek and bent down for a lingering kiss. He was a smooth talker. She had to give him that.
Floating a hand over her hip, he urged her onto his lap, and his breath bathed her neck when he buried his face in her hair.
Okay…wait. Now she got it. She slung an arm around his shoulders. “You’re one of those insatiable sorts, aren’t you?”
He hefted her in arms and turned in one motion, tossed her onto the bed and jumped, landing beside her on the bed. An irrepressible laugh escaped when he scooped her in under his chest.
“I can’t help it. You make me crazy.”
“Aha! I knew you were a whack job.”
With tender lips, he brushed a chuckle along her shoulder. And for the briefest moment she let herself believe he only wanted to hold her, to kiss her, and nothing more. He worked his hands in under the small of her back, tightened his arms, and rolled them over until she lay balanced along the length of his body. Tangling their legs together, he landed delicate kisses over her cheeks and neck, eyelids and chin.
She finally pulled back from him, laughing lightly at his satisfied grin.
“We should get on the same flight tomorrow,” he said.
“We should, huh?” She folded her arms across his chest and lowered her chin to her linked fingers.
“Yes.” He settled one of his hands behind his head, squinting up at her. “And then I’m buying you dinner.”
“You already bought me dinner.”
“What’s your favorite restaurant in Chicago?”
A muted tapping sounded against the door. She smiled and rolled off Dibs, skimming his broad shoulders when he crossed into the seating room and swung the door wide.
A gloved bellman wheeled a large silver cart through the door and she sat up, her brows lifting at all the different covers aligned on top. She left the bed for the cart and peeked under a lid, discovered a bowl of fresh fruit and popped a strawberry into her mouth. The door shut and a moment later Dibs materialized behind her, his strong arms coiling around her waist, bringing her bottom flush to his hips.
She selected another strawberry and offered it to him over her shoulder. He sucked the tips of her fingers while taking it into his mouth.
Under the next lid lay a piece of New York cheesecake. She curled her lip and resettled the cover.
“See anything you like?” The sash at her waist went slack. Dibs snuck his hands inside and began a tantalizing exploration of her body.
“Not yet.”
The third plate held a piece of carrot cake. She grimaced and dropped the lid.
He pressed his palm to her stomach, brushed her hair aside with his chin and nibbled a row of love bites down the column of her throat. His erection nestled and hardened along the crease of her bottom. He swiveled his hips, one hand cupping her breast, and swept his thumb back and forth until the nipple sprang to attention. His contented murmur warmed
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