take a leaf out of her own book.
Ally looked at James, and though she loved being here with him and didn’t want to leave, she knew that they had to be up at dawn and needed some sleep. She was about to say just that when she noticed three doors against the wall. How odd, she thought, what could be behind the doors?
“What’s caught your attention?” James asked breaking into her thoughts.
She looked like a child with her hand caught in the cookie jar. “I was just wondering why you would need three doors against the wall like that?”
“Dressing rooms,” he said, as if it was nothing.
“You need three dressing rooms?” she asked.
“No, but the women before me obviously did.”
She laughed at the joke and looked around again. “Is that the bathroom?”
He loved her curiosity. “Why don’t you go find out?”
She couldn’t resist and jumped out to go have a look. Descending the steps, she found herself staring around in awe again. The bathroom was the same neutral theme as the bedroom with an antique off-white bath with gold claw feet off to the side. A large TV hung over the vanity, which ran in an L shape around the room, and what appeared to be a three-person shower with the most incredible shower head she had seen in her life. It was a silver plate in the ceiling of the shower. She imagined it would feel like showering in the rain, and being someone who loved the rain, it looked amazing. She definitely wanted this room, and if she was honest, she wanted the man who owned it too.
James silently came up behind her.
She turned around startled. “Remember what I said about a cat bell?”
James burst into laughter again. “What do you think about the bathroom?”
“I’m in love with the shower and all of it really. We should definitely swap rooms.”
“I’ve already told you how you can have this room,” he said, as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
He looked at her and twisted her around, so her back was pressed up against his hard chest, and whispered into her ear, “Come with me.”
Taking her by the hand, he led her back into the bedroom, over to the large space in the middle of the room.
“Wait here,” he said.
She stood still watching him cross the room to the iPod dock as he pressed play. After what felt like an eternity, a soft slow song she had never heard before began playing throughout the room. James prowled back to where she stood, holding eye contact the whole time. When he reached her, James took her hand pulling her into his arms and began slowly turning her about the room.
She had remarked on his dancing before and knew that she had enjoyed it. Ally deserved romance, and he was going to give it to her. Neither spoke as they stared deep into each other’s eyes, lost, while the world melted away. Ally knew she would remember this moment forever.
He continued turning her about the room, his hand was resting on the small of her back, and she felt it slip lower and lower. She knew that she should stop him but god help her, she couldn’t find the will or the strength. It just felt too good. His eyes clouded over with desire and were starting to resemble the black onyxes from this morning. She felt the heat and desire growing within her own body. The flames were heating by the minute and soon would refuse to be doused. James slid his hand back up to the small of her back, and she almost whimpered. He twirled her around, once more before he slowly lowered her into a seductive dip and brought her back up. Gazing into his eyes, Ally found herself mesmerized, unable to look away.
The emotions swimming around between them were so intense; she felt them threatening to overwhelm her. Ally raised her hand to gently stroke his jaw. He closed his eyes, and she smiled slightly. It was so hard to fight these feelings and hold them at bay. For tonight, she decided that she didn’t want to fight them, who knew what may happen tomorrow. The last thing she wanted right now was regrets.
He opened his eyes, as she pushed herself up on her tiptoes and captured his mouth with hers. He let out a groan of pleasure, and they gave themselves over to the moment. They were both tired of fighting it and holding back.