She smiled against my lips, and nodded.
“Leah, could you take Maddie to the pool for an hour or so, while I unpack with Logan?”
Her eyes had that look. That mischievous, want-to-fuck-you look. I was so screwed.
“Yep. On it. Come on, Short Stack!”
Leah picked up a giggling Maddie and headed upstairs to Leah’s room to change. Maddie, deciding that since she was at the beach, a swim suit
must be worn at all times. She was hopping up and down, ready to jump in. Leah kept tickling her, telling her to be patient. Garrett looked
back at us, obviously trying to decide whether or not he wanted to be around for my bomb drop, and finally gave us a salute and hurried after
Leah, catching her in the elevator just before it closed.
It was just her and me. She looked up with those seductive green eyes I adored and pulled my hand towards the elevator.
“So, about upstairs…,” I started, but was interrupted the second the elevator doors closed. Clare pushed me against the wall with her free
hand, holding her garment bag with the other and pressing her body against mine. She teased me with a light kiss, nipping at my bottom lip with
her teeth, before taking charge in an all-consuming kiss that left me dizzy.
My brain went haywire, and I lost the ability to think beyond her and how good her lips felt, how I wanted to take her right there in that
elevator and if she didn’t stop kissing me like that, I would.
I don’t remember how, but somehow we made it out of the elevator when it came to our floor and to our suite. I swiped the keycard and we all
but fell into the room. Immediately after closing the door, I had her pinned to it, running my hands down the curve of her ass to hook her legs
around me. She wrapped both of her arms around my neck. I had no idea where the garment bag went and at that point I didn’t fucking care. I
said she could get married in a burlap sack, and I meant it.
Pinned securely to the wall, her hand went to the front of my shorts, palming my hard length through the fabric. Just that one touch from her
could end me. God, what the hell was I thinking earlier? I needed to go across the hall and move everything back before she noticed.
Her eyes focused on me, a pleased smile spreading across her face, knowing she could bring so much pleasure with such a small gesture.
Just as I was about to reciprocate, dive my hand into the juncture of her thighs and feel that wet heat I loved, her eyes moved away from mine
and focused on the room.
“Where are the rest of the suitcases?”
Fuck.
“Uhhh…”
“Logan, where are your suitcases?”
“Across the hall?” I don’t know why I phrased it like a question. Like that would help.
“Across the hall? Why?”
“It doesn’t matter. Forget it. I’ll move them back.” I moved in to kiss her, wanting to get back to the naughty fun we were having, but she
turned her head, giving me an amused and slightly pissed look.
“You moved them? Why would you do that?”
I ran my hands up her shirt, still intent on distracting her. She slapped away my hand. I was not getting out of this.
“I thought it might be nice for the two of us to…you know, not be together until the wedding. A bit of tradition.”
“Oh, I see.”
Well, that wasn’t so bad.
“And what is this exactly?” she asked, referring to the fact that I had her pressed against the door of our once shared suite, seconds away
from stripping her naked and fucking her until she screamed my name so loud all the neighbors heard.
“I decided, after a bit of thinking, that it was a dumb idea…so I’m moving everything back.”
She gave me a mischievous grin. A very different type of mischief though than what I witnessed in the lobby. Whatever she was thinking now, I
had a feeling I wouldn’t be enjoying it.
“No I think it’s a great idea,” she said, sliding her beautiful legs down to the ground, and giving my body a slight push off hers.
“You do?”
“Oh yeah. What is that saying? Distance makes the heart grow fonder?”
She sauntered away, bending down to pick up the garment bag she’d dropped in our mangled entrance minutes ago. She made a show of it too,
sticking her ass up and bending down slowly.
How many days until we got married? Three?
I was so fucked.
Clare
“Men are so dumb,” Leah laughed, having just heard about my afternoon nookie that wasn’t.
“I know! So, now, I’m holding him to it. If he thought it was such a great idea, then we’ll do it. Separate rooms and no sex until our
wedding night.”
“That’s mean,” she said.
“Oh, no. What’s mean is that I’m going to make it hell for him.” I emphasized my point, perking up my boobs that were on full display in my
very revealing teal dress I’d chosen for dinner.