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without being obnoxious. A stellar bathroom with
all the necessary amenities…”
    I peered into the bathroom, which was to the immediate right
as soon as I stepped into the suite. Exactly like my room, his countertop was
the same faux-marble vanilla. Unlike my room, however, the space wasn’t
littered with toiletries. No, there was a single unopened black bag tucked
neatly in the corner, and I couldn’t help but wonder what I’d find inside.
    “It truly is a spectacular sight,” I noted, putting on my
snootiest accent. He chuckled as I stepped away from the bathroom, his hands
suddenly falling to my hips. Both hands, both large… warm hands. His fingers
curved around me, and I couldn’t help but stare. There was a brief pause in our
game, as if he was asking me if this was acceptable, and I responded by leaning
back against him again.
    Standing so close, back to chest, I realized I’d almost
forgotten how tall he was. I tilted my head back, my eyes wandering from his
bright blues to his slim, kissable lips. Like every other part of him, they
were beyond attractive. I licked mine instinctively, drawing in a tentative
breath. He mirrored me exactly, but as I eased my face toward his, he raised
his arm and pointed to the window.
    “Have you seen the view?”
    I arched my back as his other arm slid around my snuggly,
pulling me back against his hard body—it was obvious where this game was
headed.
    “I like this view,” I murmured. While bright and blue
as ever, it was like his gaze had darkened with desire, with need. I also felt
both of those in the way his hips pressed up against my backside, a telltale
sign of lust from him igniting something in me.
    “Me too.”
    His words were cut off, muffled, as I tilted my head back
and pressed my lips to his. The time for games was over. The time for polite
niceties about our travel plans could wait. All I knew was that I wanted him,
right here and now, and I wasn’t going to leave until that happened. He
responded in kind, hoisting me up once I’d turned in his arms, my hands cupping
his face.
    There was no hesitation from either of us. I realized I was
trembling a little, but with anticipation, with want. Grant set me down on his bed,
just as squishy and well-used as mine was, and I clung to the front of his
shirt as I lay back, dragging him down with me.
    “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” he
managed to get out between kisses, and I threw my head back with a moan in
response. His lips wandered from mine to my jaw, then down my neck. His hands,
those big, strong hands, roamed my body, pausing to pluck at my breasts through
my shirt. He hesitated after brushing his parted mouth over my collarbone, my
chest heaving with every gasp I drew. “Although, I guess I’d know if you weren’t
interested…”
    “Shut up,” I whispered, half-dragging him toward me for
another hungry kiss. Our lips parted on impact, tongues testing the waters by
lightly brushing against one another. This was happening. I wasn’t the kind of
person who enjoyed one-night stands. I’d always thought they were impersonal—sex
wasn’t fun when you didn’t know the other person’s body very well.
    But this was different. Every time he touched me,
electricity shot through me. It was like we’d been lovers for years, our moves
in sync and strangely coherent, coordinated even. I went for the bottom of his
shirt just as he flicked open the button on my jeans. Our eyes met, and we both
let out nervous chuckles.
    “Ladies first?”
    My eyebrows shot up, and I nodded down to his shirt, “Nope.”
    Grant rolled his eyes with a small smile, and I inhaled
sharply as he drew his shirt over his head. I don’t know why I’m surprised that
he’d totally ripped, but I guess a small part of me had hoped he wasn’t a total
and utter god: he needed some flaws, but I could appreciate the abs for a
night.
    I sat up and ran my hands over his abdomen, watching as he
twitched under