loved her mother for that.
She went back into the ballroom to see that everyone was packing up to leave. Carmen and Rafe had already headed up to the honeymoon suite, and then tomorrow they’d take off for St. Lucia in the Caribbean for a weeklong honeymoon, which sounded decadent and delightful.
They helped Josh and Laurel load the wedding gifts in the cars and said their good nights. Jackson and Becks stayed to visit with Kal’s parents. Kal pulled Hannah along toward the entrance to the hotel.
“In a hurry?” she asked as they made their way to the elevator in the lobby.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to get you alone?”
The doors opened, then closed. Kal pushed the button.
“About as long as I’ve wanted to be alone with you?”
He pinned her against the wall of the elevator, his mouth coming down on top of hers, hard and hot and filled with the same urgent need that fueled her. She wound her fingers into his hair, breathing in his scent as his tongue ramped up her desires to a fever pitch.
When the doors opened, he broke the kiss, took her hand and they walked at a brisk pace toward his room.
Hannah’s heart raced as he opened the door and flipped on the entryway light. He didn’t turn any other lights on, so Hannah barely registered the room’s layout. She didn’t care, and Kal seemed to know the way to go, so he led her by the hand into the room, took her bag from her and laid it on the dresser, then sat her on the bed.
“You thirsty?” he asked.
“No.”
“Need anything?”
“Just you.”
“Good.” He knelt and took off her shoes, taking his time to rub her feet, her calves, sliding his hands along her skin, eliciting shivers all over her body.
“Cold?” he asked.
“Exactly the opposite.”
He spread her legs and moved between them, laying his hands on her hips.
“Did I mention how much I like this dress you’re wearing?”
She could barely breathe right now since his hands were gripping her hips, clenching and unclenching in a way that made her want to wrap her legs around him and draw him inside of her. It had been so long, and this slow tease of his was making her tense.
“Thank you. You look pretty hot, and I don’t want to mess up your tux. You should take it off.” She reached out and undid the bow tie, pulling it away from his collar, and tucked it into the pocket of his jacket.
He shrugged out of the jacket and stood, laying it over the chair. Then he toed off his shoes, took off his socks and undid the buttons of his shirt. Fortunately, her eyes had adjusted to the darkness and she had a lovely, if dimly lit, view of him removing his shirt.
Damn. He’d grown some muscle over the past ten years. And his shoulders were so broad. She couldn’t resist getting up to smooth her hands all over the amazing skin he’d just revealed.
She walked over and ran her palm across one shoulder, then down his arm and back up again. She stopped when she saw the tattoo on his right biceps. It was dark so she couldn’t make it out all that well.
“You got a tat.”
“Yeah. A couple of years ago. Jackson, Rafe and I all got the same one.”
“I’ll have to check it out when it’s light.” She continued to touch him, smoothing her hand over the top of his shoulder, then paused.
“Is this okay?” she asked.
He looked down at her. “Your hands on me? Very okay.”
She moved her hand across the top of his chest, feeling his muscles jump as she shifted lower, down across his chest to his wow-are-these-even-real sculpted abs.
“So, you work out, huh?”
“A little.”
“More than a little, I think.” She walked around behind him to admire his broad back, wondering how much work it took to get all this muscle. He’d been in good shape in high school; he’d always worked out. But his body now? This was a man’s body.
He turned to face her and drew her against him, putting his lips on hers and taking her breath away with a deep, lingering, hot kiss that made her toes curl into the carpet. And when he reached for the zipper of her dress and drew it down, she sighed against his mouth.
She pulled back so she could draw the dress off her shoulders, letting it pool into a puddle at her feet.
“Wow,” he said, staring at her.