“I’m going to go now. You have my number if you need anything.”
Finn’s throat rumbles against my cheek, and a giggle escapes as I hear the door open and shut again.
“Before I lay on this bed and strip you naked, tell me how many people have keys to this room?”
“There were six keys made.”
“Six? What the fuck for?”
“Dad, Johnny, Max, Reese, you, and me. Your key went to Ace.”
He bends, moving his head back, and scans my face. “You had me a key made?”
“I did,” I whisper.
“Why?”
“I went into that bathroom to tell you about the presentation. You were my number one choice to escort me tonight. Ace was a fill-in.”
He flinches and grasps my waist tighter. “I’m sorry, baby.”
“It’s okay.”
“I’m an asshole.”
“Can we not relive it? I’d like to go back to the making up part.” I flex my hips into his.
“As much as I’d like that, we need to make an appearance downstairs. There’s a crowd probably counting down the minutes until they can burst through that door. We’ll stop by the front desk and have new key cards made.”
I release my hold on him and move back, straightening my dress. I hate to admit it, but he’s right. The last time my dad and Reese tried to talk to me, I was bawling after leaving Finn in the men’s room.
“Let me freshen up.”
I sidestep, but his strong hand grips my elbow and pulls me back into his hard body. I shiver when his lips nibble-kiss a path along my neckline. “Say you love me.”
“I love you.”
“Say you’re mine.”
“Forever.”
This seems to satisfy him, and he releases my elbow. “I’m yours, too, Presley, and I’ll love you for the rest of my life.”
My eyes start to prickle again. “You’re making it hard to leave this room.”
“Get ready, babe.” He smacks my ass, probing me forward. “The sooner we leave, the sooner we can come back.”
Butterflies swarm in my stomach as I fix my make-up and steal glances at Finn in the mirror. He watches me intently, never looking away.
“You’re staring,” I point out.
“It’s because you’re stunning.”
My breath hitches at the simple phrase. Weeks of heartache disappear because I know I have my Finn back.
I gasp in shock at the sight in front of me. Candles illuminate the room and lead a path to the king-sized bed, which has been pulled back with a rose laying across one pillow. In the corner is the same service cart Finn wheeled in earlier, but the bottle of champagne is now open and two flutes are filled with the bubbles floating to the top. Raspberries sit at the bottom of each glass.
“How?” I spin to see Finn leaning against the door with his hands in his pockets, watching me. He licks his lips seductively and tilts his head to the side, undressing me with his eyes.