She might have still felt the same way about him if he were a busboy, but they certainly wouldn’t have a room like this if he were.
Floor-to-ceiling windows lined a room bigger than her apartment. The snow came down fiercely over the dark mountains, but the room was comfortably warm. A fire already roared in a two-way fireplace and she could see just the hint of a king-sized bed on the opposite side. Everything was comfortable and elegant, just like the rest of the hotel.
She let her dress hem fall from her hand as she took in the room. For once, she didn’t feel under-dressed in this place. She and the dress fit in this room.
Nathan took off his black tuxedo jacket, tossing it casually onto a dining room chair. He tugged at his bow-tie, carelessly throwing it to rest with the jacket.
His white dress shirt fit like a dream. She’d only really seen him in his ski clothes, and they had hid the strength of his shoulders and the wonderful tapering of his waist. He was built. The man worked out. Holly swallowed hard, her hand playing wit
h the heavy fabric of her skirt.
“Drink?” he offered, motioning to the bar to her left.
Holly shook her head, crossing the room. She put both her hands on either side of his face and kissed him. He groaned his approval, wrapping his arms around her and pulling him to her.
The intense and sudden jolt of desire caught her breath. Every fiber in her being said she was doing the right thing. There was lust and desire, yet something else too. Something deeper and sweeter than just the physical.
She didn't stop to think about or analyze the feeling. She just let her body take control. She let her brain stop worrying and fretting. She let herself have fun.
Her hand went to his shirt, nimbly unbuttoning the shiny white buttons. She was surprised to see that she wasn’t shaking, even though her whole body was vibrating with desire. She tugged at his shirt and he shrugged out of it, barely breaking the kiss in the process.
Then, with a smooth motion, he lifted the hem of his undershirt up and over his head, giving her bare skin. She whimpered, her hands splaying against the strong muscles of his chest and abs. There was just enough hair to make him masculine, but not so much to make her think of a beast. The heat of his body through her fingers drove her wild.
She felt his hand on the back of her dress as he fumbled for the zipper. She held still for him as he pulled downward, the zipper sliding free with a soft hiss. The dress crumpled to the floor in a beautiful heap of satin and beading.
His fingers caressed the curves of her shoulders, rounding across the tops of her breasts and then splaying on the curve of her hips. His fingers explored her skin, touching and making her shiver with want.
She reached behind her and unclasped her bra. It took a little doing, but she got it off without too much effort, tossing it to the ground. She was rewarded with a tight inhale from Nathan, his pupils blowing as he stared in wonder. He licked his lips.
He cupped her breasts with his hands, being careful of the delicate flesh. She sucked in an inhale and arched her back, groaning as his fingers brushed her nipples. Her nipples pebbled under his touch, sending lightning bolts of lust straight to her groin.
He dipped his head, putting his mouth to her chest. Her breathing became ragged as he caressed her nipple with his tongue and then gently took it between his teeth.
“So beautiful,” he whispered against her skin. His finger drew the curve of her breast into her rib-cage. “So, so, beautiful.”
She grinned at him. “Take me to bed,” she told him.
His dark eyes flashed with lust and he grabbed her hand. They practically sprinted across the living room, past the fireplace, and into the luxurious bedroom. The lights were low and the firelight cast flickering shadows across the bed.
She bit her lip and reached for his belt. He helped her, able to undo the belt and buttons faster than she could. He kicked free of his pants and hooked his socks with his fingers, tossing them to the floor. Then he slipped free of his briefs, leaving him gloriously naked.
She stared for a moment, amazed by his body.
He was perfect. Strong and lean but not overly so. He didn't look fake or like he spent every moment of the day in the gym with steroids. He looked real. Strong.
And totally ready to go.
He hooked his fingers into the tiny fabric triangle at the apex of her legs. With a confident smile, he tugged downward and suddenly she was naked.
“I was right,” he whispered, a smug grin on his face.
“What?” she asked.
“Still absolutely beautiful,” he told her.
She grinned at the compliment. “Do you have a condom?”
He walked to his suitcase on the side of the room and knelt, searching the front pouch. She took the opportunity to admire the curve of his ass and the muscles of his leg.