dig into his plump bottom lip, a frown forming when he notices that it’s drawing all of my attention. His mouth feels amazing on mine and I can’t help but wonder how it will feel all over my body, on my stomach, brushing the inside of my thigh. Geez, I’m letting myself get worked up over here.
“Hotel,” I tell him, hating the way it makes his jaw clench.
He just kissed the life out of me, and now he has an issue with going back to a room where we can have a little privacy? He’s going to give me whiplash.
“Please?” I rotate my hips against his, realizing with the kiss we’ve stopped dancing and are standing still in the middle of the room, people swirling around us.
“Remi,” he warns, but the grip he has on my ass tightens, drawing me impossibly closer instead of pushing me away.
“Flynn,” I tease, using the same tone.
“You’re making me crazy.”
“So you keep saying.” I nip at his jaw before I drag my tongue down his neck. He’s all man and clean sweat and even though my hands are shaking at the prospect of being alone with him while we’re both sober, healthy, and energized from dancing close, I’m not scared. We could go to a hotel and just hold each other. My body is on fire, but I learned to control my hormones a long time ago.
He rolls his hips, starting out dancing once again, and it hits me in just the right spot making me realize I’m completely full of shit. If we end up alone, I’m going to do something I’ve never done. My body hums with anticipation.
“If we go to a hotel room, I’m going to end up fucking you.”
It’s like he can read my mind, and how do I even respond to that? I grin up at him.
“Okay.”
Chapter 23
Flynn
It’s not often that I put myself in a situation that my gut tells me is a mistake and I do it anyway.
Giving into temptation and thinking about physical needs, demands from my body, was something I got control over shortly after high school. I’m sure people have a million words to describe me and impulsive isn’t one of them.
Yet I’m in the elevator with Remington, in the same hotel we came to right before the flu knocked me on my ass, and I know where this is heading.
Technically, it can’t be considered impulsive considering we had to leave the club, get in the car, ride over here, and book a room. With those several steps, there’s no way to call it an impulse. We’re actively making a decision, actively choosing to walk into that hotel room, knowing what’s going to happen.
She’s kept the secret about her virginity.
I haven’t opened my mouth to tell her I have an early morning flight back to St. Louis in the morning.
“Remi.” I grab her arm, keeping her in the elevator when the doors open up on the same floor we were on the last time we were here.
“Hmm?” Her eyes flutter, looking up at me, and it’s impossible to look away.
I need to open my mouth and tell her everything, including this is a bad idea. Did she see the disappointment in Ignacio’s face when I told him we were heading out? I don’t know how she missed it. He knows what’s going to happen between the two of us. He’s also aware I’ve been fired from working for the Blairs and leaving in the morning.
He doesn’t know she’s a virgin. If he knew that, he probably would’ve clocked me in the jaw and told her what an asshole I am for even considering taking her inside that room.
“What’s wrong?” Her soft, warm hand cups my jaw and I’m overcome with emotion.
This woman is gorgeous, there’s no arguing that fact.
What I didn’t anticipate after meeting her that first time is that she’s compassionate, caring, and more fun to be around than any woman I’ve met before her. Sitting and just chatting with her makes time fly and hours disappear. Her smile lights something inside of me. The way her hair moves over her shoulders makes me want to sweep the silky strands through my fingers. Hell, even the way her eyes sparkle when a waiter sets a plate of food in front of her brings a smile to my damn face.
When did this happen? When did she become more than just a fantasy, more than a gorgeous woman who I wanted to get naked?
It’s going