He kept going, down my other arm, to the hollow of the inside of my elbow, to my wrist, and finally, to the back of my hand.
“Come with me.” He pulled me from the stool and led me down the hallway. I figured he knew that my resolve was long gone and even though I’d said no before, this time I wouldn’t.
He opened the door of the bedroom where we’d put my packages, walked over to the bed, and picked them up. I watched with curiosity as he took them farther down the hallway.
“Rebel?” he said, turning around. He motioned with his head for me to follow.
I stepped into what I guessed was his bedroom. The king-size bed was on a platform and covered by a copper and black spread that matched the mottled walls of the room. Shelves full of books flanked each side of the bed, and at the foot, there was a leather-upholstered bench that matched the headboard. It was exactly how I would’ve described the room of the man currently dropping my packages on the end-of-the-bed bench. He walked past me and, a minute later, came back, carrying one of the boxes we’d found in the trunk of my car.
“What are you doing?”
“Moving you.”
“So now I’m sleeping in here with you?”
After setting the final box on the bench, he walked over and cupped my cheek. “You are sleeping in here, yes, but not with me. You said ‘not yet,’ and I told you I would respect your wishes.”
“But—”
He quieted me with a kiss that rocked me from my lips all the way to my toes.
“After what you’ve been through the last several weeks, I want to pamper you. And while I happen to think my bed is the most comfortable I’ve ever slept in, that isn’t what’s most special about this room.”
He led me over to the fireplace and flipped a switch. “In case you get cold,” he said before opening a door that led into the nicest bathroom I’d ever seen. It even outdid the ones I’d seen in magazines.
Three steps up led to a bathtub large enough to hold two people comfortably. It was set into black and white marble that matched the floor as well as the sinks in the double vanity.
Across the room was a shower that, like the tub, could easily fit two people. Behind the double glass doors, there were two shower heads and two benches on either side. Those and the walls were made from the same marble as the rest of the bathroom.
“The best part is the radiant heat,” he murmured.
“What is that?”
He pressed a button on a panel that looked way too complicated for me to ever figure out how to use, and then took my hand, pulling me into the shower with him.
“Feel.” He rested my hand on one of the benches.
“It’s warm!”
“Exactly. The floor and the walls heat too.”
“Why are the walls heated?”
His eyes flamed. “Better to show you sometime.”
I stepped out of the shower enclosure and walked out of the bathroom. “Edge, this is nice of you, but I can’t let you give up your bedroom. Believe me, the guest room is far nicer than any bedroom I’ve ever slept in.”
“You can and you will,” he said in a tone of voice that, once again, sent heat coursing through my veins.
He walked over to another door that led to a walk-in closet. “There’s plenty of room for your things in here. Several of the drawers are empty.”
“But—”
He crossed the room in a flash and captured my mouth with his. After another deep, panty-melting kiss, he rested his forehead against mine. “I’m beginning to enjoy your protests very much.”
“Me too.” I wished he’d kiss me again. In fact, if he wanted to keep kissing me, I wouldn’t stop him.
“Little Rebel,” he murmured, backing away from me. “Get some rest. It’s been a long day.”