Which wasn’t the point, but he was in such high spirits, I didn’t have the heart to argue with him.
But the surprise didn’t end there; when we got to our room, Sebastian swept me up into his arms, and insisted on carrying me over the threshold, his wonderfully romantic gesture leaving me breathless.
The bed was huge, almost seven feet wide. I’d never seen anything like it – but I quickly formed plans for how we could use it. I barely noticed the opulence of the rest of the room, the chandelier and long curtains trailing across our own private balcony. The bathroom alone was an essay in magnificence: an enormous whirlpool bathtub, plus a vast hydro-massage shower. Both were fashioned out of marble, and could probably have accommodated an entire soccer team. I couldn’t wait to try them out with my very own United States Marine.
Sebastian pulled open the wardrobe doors and didn’t seem at all surprised to see two suit carriers hanging up inside.
“This one is for you, baby.”
Staring at him in amazement, a smile creeping over my face, I unzipped the carrier that he handed me, to reveal a stunning, floor-length evening gown, in midnight blue.
“Sebastian, it’s beautiful! What have you done?”
He grinned at me. “I got one, too. A tux – like you wanted. Except mine is just rented. You get to keep the dress.”
I laid my beautiful gown on the bed, and wrapped my arms around his neck.
“How did you get to be so perfect, Sebastian, because I could have sworn you were a giant pain in the ass.”
He laughed. “Next time I piss you off, I’m going to remind you that you said that, baby. Which will probably be in about five minutes.”
“Probably,” I agreed, with a smile.
“Come on, let’s shower, and then I want to see you in that dress.”
“Why, Chief! You want to put me into clothes?”
“You have another idea?” he murmured into my neck.
“Oh, yes, most definitely, and it involves getting you naked on that bed, having my wicked, wicked way with you before we take a shower.”
His smile grew even bigger.
“So, let me get this straight, Caro, that’s two lots of wicked?”
“The thing is, Sebastian,” I said, stroking his cheek and watching his expression of amusement turn to lust, “if you’re going to make an honest woman of me, I want to get in as much sinning as possible first.”
I pushed him back on the bed, just in case he wasn’t on the same page as me, and ripped his T-shirt over his head, loving that moment when his eyes heated with desire. I knelt across him, then ran my tongue from his waist to his throat, making a delicious diversion where I tugged his nipples with my teeth.
Yes, two could play at that game.
I gripped his wrists with my hands and held them over his head, trapping him. Then I leaned down to kiss him, tracing his soft lips with my tongue and letting his warm breath wash over me.
“Mmm, you taste so good, Sebastian, I won’t want anything else to eat tonight.”
He laughed lightly, and gently pulled his hands free, before running them down my back.
“Yeah? Well, I’m starving, so unless you want me to eat downstairs alone, baby, you’ll have to put up with a three-course meal. And I guarantee you’ll need your energy later.”
I pouted at him. “Sure you don’t want the starter now?”
He didn’t answer with words, but moved his hands around to my waistband, tugging my T-shirt free, and pulling it over my head. It landed somewhere on the floor, while he unfastened my bra one-handed.
There had been a time when bras had presented him with something of a challenge; not any more.
“Mmm, I like this position,” he said, sitting up and nuzzling my nipples, then sucking hard. I moaned and arched my back, pushing my breasts into his willing hands.
He fished a condom out of his jeans pocket and handed it to me.
“Take your pants off, baby.”
“I will if you will,” I replied, teasingly. “Race you!”