kiss me in the lobby.”
“It’s my lobby, I’ll kiss you wherever I want,” I swore and sealed my lips over hers again before leading her toward the elevator bays and jamming my knuckle against the button a few times.
“Are we going to my room?” Holly drew back and murmured as the doors mercifully opened almost immediately.
“No, we’re going to mine.” I corralled her into the elevator and shut the doors before anyone else could invade my moment.
She squirmed against me. ”You live here?”
“You’re not the only one who lives the job.” My teeth gripped on her lower lip tugging her mouth back under mine where it belonged.
I’d lived a few blocks from the Fairmont when I first started working here, but after my mom passed and I had to put my dad in a home, I spent more and more time at the hotel. I took on more responsibilities. I got more promotions. And after about a year, I went to my boss and asked for a suite for myself.
There were a few strange looks at first, but when you were arriving at five in the morning and some nights not leaving until midnight after everything was said and done, it just didn’t make sense. And I didn’t have anyone to go home to.
The top floor of the hotel arrived a lot slower than usual. My growl echoed behind us as I angled Holly toward one of the suites at the end of the hall. My keycard hardly clicked before I had her through the door and up against it as it shut.
“Saint...” She sighed into my mouth as I continued to taste her. Sweet with promise and rich like the darkest chocolate.
I hadn’t wanted something for myself in such a long time. And I’d never wanted anyone the way I wanted her.
“You sure about this?” I growled, the languor of desire in her eyes dispersing as I warned, “Because the way I want you isn’t nice, Holly.”
“It’s not?” Her eyelids fluttered.
“The Saint in the suit is nice,” I paused to nip along the edge of her jaw. “But the man underneath is—”
“The one I want,” she finished for me.
A slow smile turned up my lips, one corner rising more devilishly than the other. “Good.”
I drank down her small cry as I lifted her, hooking her legs around my waist and letting my hands sink into the ass I’d been forced to admire from too far away for far too long.
Carrying her through the open living room, I carefully avoided the boxes of decorations I’d only managed to half-put up around my suite this year. Striding past the kitchen, I barreled my back against the bedroom door, letting it open with a smack against the wall.
Holly shuddered in my arms, her legs tightening to lock the heat of her pussy against me. Desire snapped through my body like a hot whip, bringing parts of me that had been dormant viciously back to life.
Carefully, I set her legs down at the base of the bed. Sliding my hands up her body, they settled on the sides of her face, angling her mouth so I could pull her lower lip between my teeth and suck.
First, I tugged gently, rolling the soft flesh with my tongue, but when she let out the sweetest little moan, lust drove a spike through the restraint I was trying to have. Biting tighter, I began to pull her lip harder and more relentlessly, feeling it swell with heat as it pulsed with blood.
Holly’s hands slid from around my neck down to the sides of my arms, twisting into the sleeves of my jacket. I could feel the fabric wantonly wrinkling as she pulled me closer, eager for more.
Sliding my mouth to her top lip, I repeated my rough feast, marking the skin with my teeth before turning it plump.
“Please, Saint,” she whimpered, wriggling against me.
My breaths came in harsh gusts. I pulled back so I could look at her and the sight forced any remaining air from my lungs.
Eyes glassy with want, her cheeks were stained pink with need, and her lips red and plump like the sweetest treat because of me.
“Sugared plums,” I said with a low, gravelly voice, dragging my tongue gently along her swollen lips to emphasize my meaning.
She tasted and felt them herself, realizing what I’d done, and then demanded, “More.”
With a savage growl, I stepped back and reached for the buttons along the front of her jacket. The real Christmas miracle was