“Well, John,” she drawled, her foot brushing up against his leg under the table, “I guess I can admit there are some parts of that I don’t particularly mind.”
His smile broadened, and Jane wondered how much of her emotion he could detect with those feline senses of his. She wanted so badly to ask about that side of him, but in public, she knew it was a risk.
“You’ll be happy to know where we’re going next, then,” he said.
“Where?”
“You’ll see.”
He trailed off teasingly, and she narrowed her eyes at him as she bit into the last bit of fruit on her plate.
* * *
“My God, you’ve got to be kidding me. This place is amazing,” Jane said as they headed past the grand lobby of The Plaza. She looked in awe of the opulent surroundings.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never been here before?”
“Once, I think, when I was a kid. But that was before they did a massive renovation.” Jane turned to him. “I hope you didn’t spend too much money on this,” she whispered.
He gave her a look.
“Sorry. My frugal radar just went haywire.”
He was amused. His new wife would faint if she knew how much he spent on the Fitzgerald suite he reserved. He wanted to make an unforgettable memory with her. “I thought you’d like a little more privacy this time,” he explained. He leaned and whispered conspiratorially, “I can’t make you scream when we fuck at home.”
She covered her mouth under her hand, laughing in secret.
“I’m starting to think that we should get our own place—a place we could call home,” he continued. “I’m sure you’re looking forward to decorating the house in your own style.”
“That would be nice but I’m sure your mom doesn’t want you to move out.”
He sighed. “I’m a married man now, she’ll understand.”
The floor butler greeted them and showed them to their room. A few minutes later, they stepped into the luxury suite. A welcome bouquet of champagne and two dozen red roses awaited them.
“This. Is. Insane,” Jane marveled, turning in slow circles and staring up at the high, vaulted ceiling of the hotel room. She turned back and gave John a stunned, contagious grin.
“I hope you like it.”
“Like? I freaking love it.”
He loved seeing that look on her face: amazed and in awe. She was beautiful, always, but there was just something so deliciously innocent about her when she smiled that way. She totally deserved it after the hard life she had, providing and taking care of the twins. She needed to be spoiled.
Jane stroked the lush petals of the red roses that exuded an intoxicating aroma. Jane checked from room to room, then settled on the king-sized bed. It seemed to melt away under the slightest pressure, it was so downy and soft. She ran her hand across the fine, plush silken sheets.
Looking at her happy like that brought joy from within him. My mate, he thought. Who would guess that he met his mate in a small café in Vegas? And being blackmailed as well, which turned out to work in his favor. One thing was for sure; he would never let her go. He couldn’t fight the overwhelming desire that drew him to her. They would have a lifetime together to spend in and out of bed, finding new and exciting ways to love each other.
He leaned by the doorway, watching her. “You’re beautiful.”
Her eyes flicked over to him instantly, her cheeks going a lovely shade of pink. She was still so modest, so unassuming. She had no idea how intensely he desired her, how deep his attraction to her truly ran. She didn’t know how far he would go for her. What he would give to keep her and make her blissfully, wildly happy.
“You’re too sweet, John.”
He stared hungrily as she bit her lip and crossed her legs at the ankles. As she sat there, so modest and demure, he wanted nothing more than to run to her and ravish her over and over until they were both too exhausted to move. His tiger was impatient to mark her as his own. He didn
’t want to do it at home, risking question from her little brothers. Besides, George was so damn sharp.
He shrugged off his sport jacket and draped it over the back of a chair. “Do you want some champagne?”