The answer was, everything looked good. It tasted pretty good, too, but I couldn’t seem to enjoy it. I finally had the opportunity to do what I wanted, and I was still trapped in my own mindset with anxiety as the lock. I was angry at myself for it, which ruined my appetite. Mom had been watching me eat with an indecipherable look on her face.
“How far apart did you say our rooms were, Kash?” She asked him suddenly.
“The floor is set up like a plus sign, with a hallway going this way and another one going that way. One room is down at the end in a corner. The other one is down the hall, on the other side of the crossing hallway.”
She watched his hands as he sketched an invisible map on the table, then nodded. “Good. I wouldn’t want to encroach on your space tonight. I believe you two have more than earned some private time together.”
Kash grinned. “You’re a saint as always, Sandy,” he said.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Wait—you’ll be in your room alone?” I asked her.
“If that’s all right with you,” she said with a little shrug. “I think it would be awkward to squeeze all three of us in one room.”
I wanted to hug her, but I also didn’t want to make a huge deal about it. Grinning, I finished my dinner. It tasted glorious. Back at the hotel, Kash gave Mom her room key and we bid her goodnight. Excitement and anticipation sparked through my chest down to my feet until I had the overwhelming urge to skip down the hall.
“Glad you perked up,” Kash said with a knowing smile. “Did you really think your Mom would make you sleep in her room?”
“I just assumed,” I admitted. “I’m not used to this, you know.”
“Used to what? Being treated like an adult?”
I gave him a look, and he relented. “Okay, okay, I can see that. Your mom’s cool, though. Always has been.”
“Yeah, I guess she has,” I said with a smile.
Kash unlocked the door and pushed it open, gesturing for me to go in first. As I did, he slapped my butt, making me squeal. I turned the light on and gasped. The bed was absolutely massive.
“Good enough?” He asked, slipping his arms around my waist.
“Oh, yes,” I breathed.
I turned around and caught him by the collar, puling him down until his lips met mine. He groaned softly as he wrapped his arms around me, then lifted me by my ass and carried me to the bed. He laid me down across it, kissing me as he ran his fingers up my thighs.
“Wait,” I whispered against his mouth. “I need to see something.”
The disappointment in his eyes thrilled me. I felt powerful and sexy and wanted as I danced to the bathroom. I wasn’t about to make love to him on a big bed with my body covered in road trip sweat. The shower was massive and full of funky little shelves and seats and bars, and the tub came up to my knees. Kash followed me, curiosity shining in his eyes.
“Look at it,” I squealed.
“I feel like you’re more excited about the shower than you are about the bed,” he said with a little chuckle.
“Oh, no, baby. But this is a prerequisite.”
He climbed into the hot stream with me and for a moment we both soaked up the pure pleasure of good water pressure and endless heat. Soon, though, his hands were on me, slipping over my body, tracing trails through the soap suds. His hard heat pressed against my ass as he kissed my ear and neck, holding onto my hips, swaying in a gentle, insistent rhythm.
I teased him, sliding soap over his body, touching every sensitive place—all but one. His eyes and lips darkened with need and he pulled me forcefully against him, kissing my mouth hard. I let him slide between my thighs, pressing against me without entering me, until he was growling into my shoulder.
“Come on,” I breathed. “Let’s go try out that bed.”
I’d never seen him move so deliberately or efficiently. It would have made me laugh if my breath hadn’t kept catching at the sight of him, wet and glistening, all muscular and tense with desire. I barely had time to shut off the water before he scooped me up out of the tub and carried me into the bedroom.
Arms around his neck and fingers tangled in his hair I kissed him slowly, exploring the whole of his mouth with my tongue. He broke the kiss, his smoldering eyes burning into mine, then cracked a cocky little smile. He let go of me and I fell, but I barely had time to squeak before the bed caught me in its luxurious softness. I sighed happily and then he was there, mouth on my breast, hands sweeping up my sides.
I ground against him, already slick and ready for him, but he pulled away. “What’s the point of a big bed if you don’t take advantage of it?” He asked, his voice smoky.
He took my right hand and kissed each fingertip, then did the same to my left. Then my palms and wrists, sending goosebumps down my spine. He moved down my arms, exploring every sensitive place, until he reached my neck. I gasped as he nipped at my throat, and groaned as he kissed my heart and the sensitive peak on either side.
“What would you like to do, my love?” He asked me. “We have all the room in the world. Tell me where you want me.”
His voice drove me wild, all husky like that. The truck had been so cramped, we’d had to satisfy ourselves with a move or two, and even those had been compromised by the small cab. The possibilities and freedom of the moment almost made me dizzy. So many choices, so little time.
“I—I don’t know,” I said, overwhelmed.
He grinned. “I do. Roll over.”
I did as he said. He swept
