He wanted her to feel comfortable. If she wanted that vacuum, he would go get it for her himself if he thought it would help. Hopefully, she would think the drink was the easier solution, but all he wanted was to see her smile.
“I happen to know there is a bottle of complimentary champagne in your fridge that would be great.” She grinned and looked toward the small fridge.
“That's much easier than a vacuum,” he replied going to the fridge and pulling out the bottle.
“Is it bad that I keep expecting security to come break down that door?” She smiled nervously, glancing at the closed door. She kept wiping her palms on her dress and then messing with the lace as soon as she realized what she was doing.
He popped the cork on the champagne and set the bottle down before going to the door. With a smooth motion he opened the door and placed the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the handle, then shut the door and pulled slid the security lock into place. She smiled, but it didn't quite fix the restless gaze of her eyes.
So he picked up the phone. “Hello, this is Xavier Connors. I do not, under any circumstance wish to be disturbed tonight. If anyone needs me, they can contact my assistant. Is that understood? Nothing and no one disturbs me except him.”
The voice on the other end of the line assured him that there would be absolutely no disruptions from any of the hotel staff for any reason. Their job here was to make him comfortable. Jace smiled at the expression.
“There you go,” Jace said, hanging up the phone. “You of all people know that no one will dare even look at this room now.”
She giggled and moved to hang his jacket up on the back of the office chair. “Thank you.”
He quickly poured them each a glass of champagne and handed one to her before sitting on the couch in front of the large windows overlooking the lake. It was too dark to see right now, but he knew in the morning, the lake would dominate the window with blue.
“Come sit with me,” he offered, making sure she had more than enough space. As much as he wanted to get back to the hot and heavy kissing they had been doing, he wanted to enjoy her company more.
She carefully kicked off her shoes and placed them neatly off to the side before moving to sit next to him. Her movements were slightly shy, as if she wasn't quite sure what to expect next. He believed her when she said this was her first time sharing a room with a guest.
“To weddings,” Jace toasted holding up his glass.
“To weddings,” she repeated, smiling broadly as she clinked her glass against his and took a small sip.
She was so warm and beautiful that he couldn't look away. She was perfect in every way. He said a silent thank you to whomever was listening and tried to think of something to say that would make her smile.
Instead of saying anything, he simply leaned forward and kissed her. She tasted of champagne and sunshine, and she didn't pull back or move away. Instead she pressed in, her lips soft and welcoming and her hands going to his hair and pulling him closer to her.
The shift from sweet to sensual was fast. Suddenly, every part of her body welcomed him to come closer and to find out more about her in ways that didn't involve talking.
Jace had never felt this level of attraction. Of magnetism. Of desire. Pure lust rushed through him, yet was tempered with something sweeter. He didn't want to rush this. He wanted this to last, and not just through the night. Her body and her mind intrigued him.
Her hand went to his shirt, nimbly unbuttoning the starched white linen. Blood was quickly rushing from his brain down to his groin, changing his thoughts from coherent to something resembling caveman thought.
He reached his hand around behind her back, searching for the zipper to her dress. It pulled smoothly down, exposing her smooth, silky skin. She didn't stop kissing him as he caressed her bare shoulders and pushed the dress down around her hips.
She was wearing a simple strapless bra. It looked worn and shabby, and she blushed as his hand touched it. He made a mental note that he should get her some lingerie. She would look spectacular in lingerie. Her body deserved to wear lingerie.
All the buttons on his dress shirt were undone and she was struggling to remove it from his shoulders without stopping kissing him. He reluctantly pulled back, shrugging out of the shirt and then lifting the hem of the undershirt and pulling it up and over his head.
She gasped a little.
“What?” He froze, worried something was wrong.
“How is it that guys can make that look so incredibly sexy without even trying?” Her eyes were glued to him like he was the most amazing thing she'd ever seen.
He grinned, his ego not the only thing on the rise, and kissed her again. Her hands went to his chest, caressing his skin and driving him wild. It was as if she wanted to feel every inch of him, and he was certainly more than happy to let that happen.
He pushed the dress further down her torso and reached for the bra. It came off easily in his hands, demonstrating just how worn it was. He tossed it to the side, positive he was going to give her something better.
He cupped her breasts with his hands, being careful with the delicate flesh. She sucked in a breath and arched her back into him, giving him better access with a moan that set his entire body aflame. Every touch from this woman was alive and real with a desire he didn't even know was possible.
He wanted to slow down. They should have dinner first. And a date. A real date. But, with her body molded to his, he couldn't stop. The mere touch of her skin was too primal and pure to let him thin
k of anything else.