“I’m pretty sure it’s not.”
“I’m pretty sure it is. For me.”
I hold her gaze while I unbutton my jeans. I slowly unzip the fly, watching the changes on Sutton’s face. She appreciates what I’m doing, and she practically lights up in anticipation, though she does a good job of trying to keep it to herself.
I slide them down and figure, what the hell, I might as well go for the boxers too. Everything is kind of damp and clingy and hard to actually separate, so it’s half an accident and half a happy occurrence. I’m sure because Sutton’s nostrils flare.
“Holy. Fucking. Shit. Are you for real? No. There’s no way it can be real. Wow. How the heck do you actually get it into your jeans?”
“There’s this method of tucking and rolling…”
“Shut up. There is not.”
“There isn’t.” I casually walk over to the marble basin the Jacuzzi is set into. The steps are marble, and I take them slowly. The water is so hot that it’s like a shock, but I step down and sink up to the waist anyway. It feels good too. Soothing. Scalding. It burns away the nightmares from earlier, and I can feel myself actually relaxing. “This is nice,” I declare overly loudly. I stretch my arms out above my head. “Really nice.”
“You’re such a picklehead,” Sutton grumbles.
I’m not looking at her, but I can hear the whoosh and rustle of clothing. In moments, I hear her soft steps grow closer. I plan on not looking at her as she gets in, but my plan goes to shit the second my eyes land on her shapely calves. After a single look, my cock roars to attention, and my gaze quickly climbs to her creamy thighs, all the way up to the smooth juncture of her apex, up to her flat belly, and up even more to her perfect, pert breasts with the dark buds of her nipples. By the time my eyes travel past her beautiful collarbone and the hollow of her throat where her pulse is thrumming, there’s a beautiful red stain on her cheeks. I feel a little red myself because I just openly ogled her.
She sinks down into the water, covering up all her lithe, curvy feminine beauty. At the risk of sounding like a total and utter male pig, I think it’s a crime for her not to be walking around naked. Like, all the time. Except I’d have to kill anyone else who looked at her. And of course, everyone would be looking at her. She’s commanding. Captivating. Gorgeously shaped like a goddess.
She’s pretty much the whole package. Gorgeous. Smart. Caring. Kind. Beautiful. She doesn’t even like me, yet she’s nice enough to me, and she’s also looked after my ass on more than one occasion now. She has a wicked sense of humor, she’s calm under pressure, and she doesn’t mind me having a total breakdown in public. Or in private.
We’re silent as the water bubbles and swirls softly between us. Sutton stares at me without blinking. I stare back.
“Damn it all to hell,” she mutters. “Can we please make out now?”
CHAPTER 14
Sutton
I can’t believe I just said that. Or…actually, yes, I can. I want to make out with Philippe. I want to do a heck of a lot more than making out. I want to kiss him. Touch him. Lick him. Caress him. Taste him. Stroke him. Maybe he’s off-limits for the other things I want to do because we don’t have a condom, but we can still do some things. We can do things. Things we won’t talk about again because it’s how we roll.
Philippe doesn’t move, but then he nods, and the nod is all it takes to detonate an explosion deep down inside me and simultaneously implode my brain. I slosh my way across the hot tub, Jacuzzi, bathtub thing, whatever the eff it is, faster than the speed of light. In reality, I actually move fairly slowly, because moving against waist-deep water is kind of sludgy and slow going, but to me, it feels fast.
Philippe opens his arms and tugs me down against him. His lips slam down on mine, and we go at each other as if this entire building is going to fall down around us if we don’t. We’re kissing to save the world, for the record, or at least every other guest in this hotel tonight.
My hand shamelessly reaches down through the hot water. Searching. Hungry. If I don’t touch him, I think there’s a good chance I might actually combust, and then the hotel really will go up in flames, and we can’t have that. It would definitely ruin Philippe’s sister’s wedding night, for one thing. For two, I kind of like having my body in one piece, thank you very much.
He knows what I want, and he shifts, thrusting his erection into my hand. It’s freaking huge. So huge I can’t wrap my whole palm around him. Maybe it’s the water that makes him feel like soft, hot velvet over steel, or maybe it’s all him, and the water has nothing to do with it.
I stroke him slowly. From the tip to the base of his cock. His cock throbs in my hand while his tongue throbs in my mouth.
He makes a noise low in his throat when I stroke him again. His whole body vibrates, and his hips thrust into my hand. I want to do so much more than this. I want him thrusting somewhere else. Not just into my hand. I feel empty. So. Very. Empty. My clit throbs in time to all the other throbbing going on, but it’s craving more.
I reach up with my free hand and tangle it in Philippe’s long hair. I love how he’s always worn it long. He’s always been fairly
