Lust rolled through me, fluttering low, the dull ache I’d been feeling for weeks flaming to life.
A low chuckle rumbled in Sebastian’s chest, the man all too keen and aware, but not ashamed in the least to press a little closer to show me the evidence of just how badly he’d been missing me, too. His mouth was at my ear. “Can’t wait to get you alone.”
Lyrik rubbed a tattooed hand over his chin. “Hate to be the one to break up the happy reunion, but we’re out of here in half an hour. Need to get to the venue by five.”
Sebastian groaned, then lifted his chin in a gesture of understanding to Lyrik, swung his attention right back to me as he wove his fingers through mine. “Where are your things?”
“I left them with the concierge.”
Eyes narrowed, he chewed at his lip, then gave a clipped nod as if he’d come to some kind of resolution.
“Perfect.” He pulled our entwined hands to his mouth, kissed along my knuckles, before he tugged me into motion.
I couldn’t stop the tiny squeal from escaping my throat when a frenzy of butterflies staged an assault to my belly, this moment so carefree, all our worries and troubles and fears cast aside.
Charlie was right.
I needed this.
We needed this.
I held onto his wrist with my free hand, doing my best to keep up with him as he hauled me toward registration and straight into the VIP line.
But he didn’t allow me to remain behind him.
No.
Instead he pulled me forward and spun me around in one fluid move. The cool, smooth marble of the counter pressed into my upper back as he pinned me to it, the man bold, dictating my every move.
He didn’t hesitate to wedge one of his knees between my thighs just as he stretched his arms out on either side of me, holding me captive between him and the registration desk.
Trapped.
And there was no part of me that wanted to be set free.
Those butterflies went wild—a craze of lust and desire that amassed as this insane, stunning love.
I knew the way he made me feel was nothing short of a gift.
Big body towering over mine, he leaned over my shoulder and spoke to the receptionist while I peered out at the mass of people watching us with curious glances and jealous stares.
“I need to upgrade my room,” he said.
The receptionist tapped at her keyboard. “Current room number?”
“1653.”
“Do you know your preference for the new room, sir?”
“Best suite you have for me and my girl,” he replied as he nuzzled into my neck.
“Sebastian,” I hissed, trying to stop him from doing something so over-the-top, because my intention had never been for him to splurge on me.
Any old bed would do.
“Bite your tongue, woman,” he hissed right back, although everything about it was playful. “Know exactly what you’re gettin’ ready to say, and the answer is no. It’s my birthday, and this is what I want. Got it?”
“Are you trying to guilt me into getting what you want?” I shot back with a smile, hiking up onto my toes so I could plant a small kiss on his chin.
He smirked. “Whatever it takes.”
The receptionist worked quickly, and a few seconds later she discretely slid a small envelope with keycards our way. “You’re all set.
“If you could have my luggage transferred from my old room and Ms. Bentley’s delivered to the new,” he added.
“That will be no problem. Enjoy.”
His voice came across like a growl, the severity of it directed only at me. “I definitely plan to.”
Oh God.
I was in the best kind of trouble.
With that, Sebastian whisked me toward the bank of elevators across the lobby. Anxious, he jabbed at the button. With a ding, the door slid open, and he mumbled the room number to the attendant at the same second he pushed me up against the wall in the far back corner.
Pinned again.
Hot hands palmed my neck and he dove in for a kiss.