Four Letter Word (Love Logic #2) - K.M. Neuhold Page 0,79
able to find the time to hang out with him sooner and tell him how I’ve been feeling, because it was clearly getting to him. But I’ve spent the past two weeks trying to catch up on my current manuscript that I’m more than a little behind on, which meant I haven’t had much time for any of the men who are working their way into my heart.
I’m caught up now though, and nearly finished with the first draft, so I should have more time for all three of them.
We get to the hotel, and I’m glad as we make our way through the lobby that my face isn’t as well-known as my books are, because it’s obvious that most if not all of the guests mulling around are here for Comic Con this weekend.
We head up to the registration desk to check in, and the cute twink behind the desk eyes me appreciatively. I shoot him a flirty grin in return, not hiding my perusal of him. He licks his lips and bats his eyes in a way that promises a good time. Any other time I might take him up on the unspoken offer, but I’m a lot more interested in getting closer with Hudson this weekend. And over the years, random hookups have lost their appeal. I much prefer sex with people when there’s at least the potential for a relationship and real feelings.
I give him my name and his fingers fly over the keyboard, pulling up my reservation.
“I have a note here. it looks like you reserved a room with two beds, but unfortunately we had an issue with a pipe bursting on one floor so we’re a bit short on rooms now. I can do a room with one king bed. Will that be a problem?”
I glance over my shoulder at Hudson, hovering a few feet away. “You mind sharing a bed?” I ask with a smirk.
He quirks an eyebrow at me. “That’s fine, but I’m not sure I brought any pajama pants, so I’ll just be in my underwear.”
“If that,” I flirt back and hear the concierge sigh quietly. “One bed is fine.”
“Perfect, here you go.” He hands over a couple of key cards in a little envelope with the room number on it. “If you need anything, let me know.”
Hudson puts a hand on my shoulder and squeezes it. “We will,” he assures the man with a subtle bite in his tone.
I chuckle under my breath and put a hand on Hudson’s lower back to guide him toward the elevators, using the other to grab my bags.
“Feeling a bit possessive?” I ask once the elevator doors close.
He blows out a breath, setting his suitcase down and running his fingers through his hair, causing the normally neat do to be mussed.
“That was weird, right? I know we’re doing this whole polyamory thing, and it doesn’t bother me at all to think of you with Bishop, but when the guy started flirting, I definitely felt a little jealous. I’m doing this all wrong, aren’t I?” he asks, casting me a worried look.
I step in front of him, backing him against the wall and caging him in. He looks up at me with surprise shining in his eyes.
“First of all, can I kiss you? Because I think I might go crazy if I can’t kiss you.”
Hudson nods wordlessly, his pink tongue darting out to wet his lips, and I bite back a groan. But he doesn’t just wait for me to kiss him, he grabs me by the back of the neck and drags me closer, crashing his lips into mine roughly.
He tastes like sunshine and mint as our lips move against each other, his fingers slipping into my hair, tugging it just enough to create a delicious sting. He flicks his tongue against my lip ring, pulling it gently between his lips and dragging another moan from me. I dig my fingers into his hips, pressing him harder against the wall, my body rubbing against his in all the right places.
The doors ding open, and we break apart, both of us breathless, a pretty blush on his cheeks.
“I really like you dressed casually like this, by the way,” I tell him, readjusting his shirt, which I managed to bunch up during the kiss, and grabbing my bags again so we can step off the elevator. We find our room, unlock the door, and both kick off our shoes once we’re inside.