breath caught waiting for her to say something. “Do you have two adjoining rooms?” he asked Sara.
“No. The suite is fine,” Sabine said and leaned into him.
“Catherine, did the Mallorys check out of Villa Four?” Sara called out to the clerk at the other monitor.
“This morning, yes.”
“How many nights are you staying, love?” Sara asked him.
“I don’t know.”
“What’s going on, Grayson?” Sara straightened and crossed her arms.
The hotel started to spin. He cleared his throat. “I, uh...”
“It’s me, Sara,” Sabine rescued him. “He’s trying to woo me. And I’m resisting him.”
“That sounds so romantic.” Sara typed on the keyboard. “I might need the villa in a few days. I have it reserved. Although, this couple is fussy and sometimes cancels. Let’s take it day by day, okay?”
“Sure. Thank you,” Gray said, holding Sabine. Tight.
“I do insist on one thing, though.” Sara held the key cards against her chest, her voice all hospitable and even seductive. But she looked to be about his mother’s age.
MILF material for sure.
“What’s that?”
“Get settled, and meet me for a drink in the private lounge on the 8th floor.”
“That sounds great,” he said, exhaling and looked at Sabine. “Okay, mama?”
“Oh, that’s cute. Mama.”
Sabine smiled. “Sure.”
Gray took her bag when they left the front desk. Holding her hand with the empty one, he led her to the elevators.
Inside the empty car, he pushed her against the wall. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I don’t know what you’re doing to me. What is this? Help me.”
“I dun’t know either. But if ever there was a time I needed a drink, it was now.”
He laughed and kept their foreheads together. Kissing Sabine made him lightheaded enough with warmth spreading through his chest, he may never need another drink again.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Sabine
Entering a hotel room with Grayson had become as familiar as breathing by the time they reached the suite.
The boxy room dripped with velvet. Drapes, chairs, sofa pillows, even the wall covering had raised panels of crushed velvet. Sara liked velvet, apparently. The rest looked much like the suite in Dama Diablo. A sofa facing two club chairs. Off in the corner, a carved writing desk finished the elegant look. In the opposite corner, two leather chairs sat in front of a big-screen television.
In the open kitchen area, Gray pulled two bottles of Evian from a stainless steel mini-fridge. She didn’t realize how thirsty she was until the water hit her tongue. Gray’s throat worked to drink down his water, his Adam’s apple bobbing. In a blue tee-shirt tucked into a pair of loose-fitting jeans, frayed by the knees and the hem, he looked like a model.
When the bottle was empty and he crushed it in his hand, he laid a look on her with a head cocked so adorably to the right. “Come here.”
Those little commands, hinting at his desires enthralled the hell out of her.
Fire heated in her belly and she sprang into his arms. The tension of the near explosion in the lobby had her on edge and she needed to release the angst. If she were being honest with herself, she just needed to touch him. Feel him. Kiss him.
He caught her mouth with a soul-shattering kiss while his hands gripped her ass bringing their sexy parts together. “God, you’re perfect for me,” he rasped to her, gravelly with a dangerous edge to his tone.
The weight of his words rocked her. They couldn’t be more different, yet perfect at the same time.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“For what?” His hands wrapped around the sides of her head as he drank kisses from her lips.
“Being pissy down in the lobby.”
“Oh, mama. I’m not fragile. I can take a little feistiness. Give it to me,” he said gruffly.
She wanted to give him everything. She was there. Ready. She wanted to open herself up to him.
Her heart started to pound as irrational thoughts flew at her, flashing, blinding her, both physically and emotionally. When this was all over, could she go back to L.A.? Like none of this happened? Like her world hadn’t been shaken and turned upside down? Did she have the courage to live like there was no tomorrow in the short period of time with Gray? No matter how hard that crash back to earth would be?
Yes, because being touched and lavished with pleasure by a man like Gray could only happen in the heavens.
She rested her head under his jaw, her hand feeling the heartbeat in his chest.
He brushed her cheeks and then a finger ran