“See you in an hour,” I said once he’d dumped his bag on the bed.
He looked over at us and nodded. “Sounds good.”
Sutton and I carried on until we found our room. We unlocked the door and stepped into the space.
It was bigger than I’d expected, and thank Christ, there was a full-size bed. I muttered as much.
“I suppose they have to accommodate the above-average man.”
I kicked the door closed and turned toward him, grinning. “I am totally up for accommodating an above-average man.” I stepped into his space and wrapped my arms around his waist, rubbing up him to hit my point home.
Quirking a brow, he held on to me. “That right?”
“Have you not been making notes on my exceptional skills when sucking you off?”
“Exceptional?”
“The best you’ve ever had.”
“That right?”
I narrowed my eyes. “You blew your load in under three minutes yesterday, so damn straight I’m claiming that title.”
“You want a badge?” he sassed, eyes lit up with amusement.
“Fuck no. I want a trophy. ‘Number One Cock Sucker.’”
His laughter was loud and abrupt. “Really, that’s what you want on your trophy?”
I scrunched my nose. “Maybe I didn’t think this through. Okay, maybe somehow make it clear that it’s only your cock I suck, and I’m fucking awesome at it.”
Humor sparkled in his gaze. “How about you leave it with me, and I’ll see what I can do?”
“Sweet,” I said happily, following up with a smack of a kiss to his lips. Pulling back, I took a good look at him.
After the initial agreement to come here, post-mini meltdown, Sutton had been clearly trying to take control of his emotions and his reaction to our relationship. No word of a lie, I’d been freaked the fuck out myself at his reaction, agreeing wholeheartedly that if I had to put money on who’d be losing it, hands down, I would have bet on myself.
In the days following, he’d been calmer, and we’d talked more. He’d also had a proper conversation with his parents since being back on American soil. While I wasn’t sure of every word exchanged, he’d ended the call a little happier, his shoulders less tense.
Having the focus on Pearce as well was a good thing.
While I didn’t want Sutton to sweep aside his feelings, having something or someone else to focus on helped him. Admittedly, Pearce being here was also for that reason as far as I was concerned. Not that I’d admit that to anyone.
“You glad you’re here?” I asked.
With his gaze on mine, he remained quiet for a beat, clearly thinking through his response. My chest warmed up that he took such good care trying to make sure he gave me his truth. “Yeah. It feels right to be here.”
“I think so too. Shall we check out the shower? Get the stink of the flight off us before we head to the meeting?”
Heat flooded his gaze, and I barely held back from squirming from the need that one look shot through me. “Seeing you naked is one of my favorite things.”
“One?” I asked, not giving a shit at the gruff desire in my tone. Sutton seeing me desperate and how much I wanted him would never be an issue.
“One of many involving you.”
I grinned and eased back, tugging off my T-shirt. “Let’s see how many other of your favorites we can tick off in the next forty-five minutes.” I waggled my brows, grabbed his shirt, and got lost in his heat and touch.
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