“I know.”
I kissed her forehead, wanting to reassure her in any way there was. I knew what it felt like to wonder if you’re sharing the person next to you with someone else, even if just mentally. It fucking sucked.
“You’re beautiful, Hailey. And there’s no one here”—I tapped my temple and my chest—“except you.”
I kissed her hard, wanting to ease any fears she had, remove any insecurities. I felt the tension leave her body and drew her closer to me, kissing a corner of her mouth, slowly making my way to the center. She smiled against my lips, and I deepened the kiss, needing more of her. She made a small delicious sound when I stroked her tongue. I wanted her so badly. I wanted to be connected to her in every way.
When I lifted her off her feet, she wrapped her legs around me. My cock was trapped between us. She gasped when she felt my erection through the light fabric of her dress.
I pressed her back to the wall, rubbing back and forth, feeling her grip my shoulders harder every time I nudged her clit.
“Easy there,” I murmured. “Dinner first.”
She sighed, burying her head in my neck. “You’re right. But I want to take a shower first.”
***
“I have this excellent app for food delivery,” she said after she got out of the shower a while later.
“I’ll do one better. Room service.”
Her eyes lit up. Damn, she was cute. I’d do just about anything to put that expression on her face.
“Oh, I forgot. Man, the perks of living in a hotel. You can have gourmet food whenever you want. If I lived here, I’d weigh a ton.”
“I can think of a few ways we can burn calories.”
She waggled her eyebrows, snapping her fingers, as if she’d just had an aha moment. “That’s right. You also have a pool. Another perk. We could go swimming afterward.”
“Not exactly what I had in mind.”
I pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, lingering with my fingers at the back of her neck. She licked her lips.
“Hitting the gym?” she went on, her tone turning sassy.
“No, that’s not what I had in mind either.”
“Going out for a run?”
“Maybe I should just throw you over my shoulder and carry you to bed.”
She pointed a finger at me. “You’d starve me just to get your wicked way with me? That just won’t do, Mr. Davenport.”
She sat on one of the bar chairs, inspecting the menu.
“Oh, man. I want to order at least five things.”
“So order them. Go wild.”
She rubbed her palms, grinning from ear to ear. I could get drunk on her excitement, her joie de vivre, just Hailey in general.
Half an hour later, the elevator pinged, and a server came in with our dinner, placing it on the bar.
“Thank you, Mark,” Hailey said, glancing at his name tag.
“Have a great evening.” He smiled at her, his eyes glued to her body.
“That will be all, thank you,” I said tightly.