Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
With his hand low on her back, he guided her past the front desk and through the lobby toward the elevators.
“Don’t you need to check in first?” she asked curiously.
He shook his head and pressed the UP button. “I did that earlier, before I picked you up. We’re all set.”
They rode the elevator all the way to the top floor, found their suite, and walked inside the marbled entryway, where their suitcases had already been delivered. Her eyes went wide as she took in the luxurious living area and the French doors that opened to a balcony that overlooked New York City. With it being almost four o’clock in the afternoon, and the beginning of October before time changed, the clear, unobstructed autumn view was quite spectacular.
She strolled deeper into the room, taking everything in, and he gently grabbed her arm and stopped her before she could get very far.
“Hang on,” he said, turning her to face him before sliding an arm around her waist and bringing her body flush to his. “There’s something I need to do first to officially start our weekend together.”
She remained perfectly pliant against him, which he loved, and placed her hands on his chest while arching a playful brow. “And what’s that?”
He threaded his fingers through her silky hair and used the strands to tip her face up to his and hold her there. “This,” he murmured, and settled his mouth on hers.
The kiss started slow and sweet but didn’t stay that way for long. As soon as his tongue skimmed along her bottom lip, she immediately opened for him, inviting him deeper, and he didn’t hesitate to oblige. She was so willing and eager, whimpering softly against his lips as her need escalated. The hands on his chest gripped his shirt, then started fumbling with the buttons to start undressing him.
As hard as his dick already was, and as much as Tripp wanted to take her to bed and fuck her senseless until she was completely spent and her earlier upset forgotten, he wasn’t ready to jump right into sex with her when they had the entire weekend together. First things first, and his top priority was taking care of Skye mentally and emotionally before focusing on giving her the baby they both wanted so much.
Lifting his mouth from hers, he gently grabbed her wrists, stopping her frantic efforts before she ripped the buttons right off his shirt. “Not so fast, Ms. Abbott,” he drawled huskily.
Disappointment flickered in her eyes and she pouted adorably. “So that kiss was just a tease?”
He chuckled at how miffed she sounded. “That was a warm up with a helluva lot more to come later,” he promised her, softening the rejection with a kiss to her forehead before releasing her. “When did you last eat something?”
She wrinkled her nose as she thought about his question. “I had a bagel for breakfast.”
He gave her a stern look, not happy that she’d skipped lunch. “Clearly, I need to feed you so you have plenty of energy and stamina for the night ahead.” He clasped her hand in his and led her toward the main bedroom and the adjoining en suite. “So, while I’m handling dinner, you’re going to take a nice, hot bath and relax and destress.”
She sighed longingly as they walked into the spacious bathroom with an enormous soaking tub and high end toiletries on the counter that included bath oils, a loofah, and other luxurious amenities. “That does sound lovely.”
“Good.” He turned on the faucet and began filling the tub with steaming water. “You get undressed and I’ll be right back.”
He left to retrieve their overnight bags from the entryway and brought them to the bedroom. He opened his and pulled out a gift wrapped box and headed back to the bathroom, inhaling the floral scented steam of whatever oils she’d put into the water. When he stepped inside, his mouth went bone dry as he looked at Skye, who’d stripped off all her clothes except for a pair of thong panties. With her facing the mirror, as she put her hair up into a messy bun atop her head, he had a delectable view of tiny strips of satin and lace bisecting the rounded cheeks of her smooth ass.
The palm of his hand itched to caress her scantily clad backside, or playfully smack her bare bottom, but he resisted the urge. “This is for you,” he said instead, and set the package on the counter.
Her eyes flared wide in surprise as she took in the exclusive “La Perla” name etched on the box—courtesy of Chloe, who’d steered him in the right direction for women’s lingerie. Skye turned toward him, her expression etched in both delight and shock, and if he thought her ass was distracting, then her perfect breasts had him nearly salivating.