“What were you going to say?”
“It’s not important,” she replies before leaning in and pressing a kiss to my collarbone. “Break a leg.”
“I’ve never understood that sentiment,” I reply as I turn toward the stage. The bar is filling up. I’ll have a packed audience tonight. “We’ll finish that conversation later.”
She waves me off and walks away, and my eyes are drawn to the long, lean lines of her back and legs. Her ass is just perfect, and fits just right in my hands.
I can’t wait to get my hands on her later.
But first, I have to put on a show for the bar patrons and the cameras. But this is what I do best, so I’m not worried in the least.
I’m just ready to have tonight finished so Callie and I can leave for Seattle tomorrow. Three whole days, with Callie all to myself without business to see to, sounds like my idea of heaven.
***
“I’m kind of in love with this hotel,” Callie says as she checks out our suite at the Four Seasons Seattle. “I mean, look at this view!” She stands, face pressed against the floor-to-ceiling windows, and stares out at the Puget Sound before us. We’re in the penthouse, and not only can we see the water, but we can see a good portion of the city as well. “I bet it’ll be beautiful when it gets dark.”
All I can do is stand and watch, my hands shoved in my pockets, as she looks at everything as quickly as she can, as if she can’t decide what she should look at first.
“The tub is a freaking swimming pool!” she calls from the bathroom, then kisses me as she passes into the other portion of the suite. “Oh my God! There’s a baby grand in here!” She pokes her head around the diving wall and smiles at me. “We like those.”
“That we do,” I reply with a grin, picturing her spread before me the way she was on my piano a few weeks ago. I would not complain if she wanted to recreate that particular fantasy.
“This kitchen is ridiculous!”
I follow her and silently agree. The massive gourmet kitchen is a bit much for a hotel room, especially given that neither of us likes to cook and room service will be our source of nutrition, but it is a beautiful added touch to the space. Finally, she spins and leans on the breakfast bar, facing me. “I know I’m silly, like a little kid who’s never stayed at a hotel before, but I’ve never stayed in the penthouse before.”
“You’re not silly, you’re cute.”
She cocks a brow. “Cute?”
“Yes, ma’am.” I nod and circle around the island, and when she would turn to face me, I take her shoulders in my hands, keeping her still. “Do you know what else you are?”
She tries to look at me again, but I hold her still. “Stay.”
“You’re bossy.”
“I didn’t ask you what I am, I asked you what you are.” She’s in jeans and a big sweatshirt with the neck cut out so it falls over her left shoulder, showing me her bra strap and lots of soft, delicious skin. Before I begin, I unbutton and lower her jeans, nudging her to step out of them, but I leave the sweatshirt.
I’m going to have fun with that.
“I don’t know. What am I, bossy man?”
I grin and pull her loose blond hair back into a tail, tilt her head to the right, and lick, in one long motion, from her ear to the tip of her shoulder, then drag my lips back up the same path.
“You’re sexy,” I breathe. God, I love her neck. I scoop the hair that has escaped my hands out of my way and kiss and nibble the back of her neck, then over to the opposite side and pull the sweatshirt aside so I can taste her shoulder. “You’re delicious.”
She moans, and when she would tilt her head forward, I fist her hair and pull her head back, my grip firm, and kiss her cheek, then bite her earlobe.
“You’re every fantasy I’ve ever had.”