"Oh, I definitely want to get lucky tonight." He pretends to zip his lips but the smirk on his face still manages to escape.
I smack his chest. "For the record, I bought new ones. Last week. Just in case."
"Just in case of what?"
"Just in case you managed to charm your way back into my bed."
His smile is pure male satisfaction. "Best investment you ever made."
"We'll see about that," I tease, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the hotel entrance. "Come on, hotshot. Let's go find out just how lucky you're going to get."
Chapter Fifteen
Ryder
We're quick to check in and the elevator to the penthouse honeymoon suite feels like it takes forever, even though we're only going up three floors.
Mia's pressed against me, her back to my chest, and I can feel the heat radiating off her body through that sinful dress.
"You know, when you said you had an idea, I was thinking maybe a private dinner. Or a movie."
She leans back into me, her ass pressing against my hardening cock, and I can feel her smile even though I can't see it.
"And where's the fun in that?"
The friction she's creating makes me grip her hips tighter, pulling her closer. My lips find her neck, and I nip at her collarbone.
"Fuck, Mia. You keep moving like that and we're not making it to the room."
The elevator dings, and the doors slide open to reveal a hallway that looks like something out of a luxury magazine.Thick carpet, crystal sconces, and only one door on the entire level. Oh yes. We're getting the full VIP treatment tonight.
Mia pulls out the key card and she swipes it across the reader, my cock already straining against my jeans at the idea of having her all to myself tonight.
I'm not exactly sure how I got here, but here I am. With Mia. My one true love, the woman I've fought tooth and nail to win back after being such an ass for way too long.
I stand back and let her push the door open. And when she does, my fucking jaw drops.
"Holy shit, Mia."
This isn't just a hotel room.
This is a full-scale romantic fantasy brought to life.
Enormous windows frame Iron Ridge like a postcard come to life, the city sprawled beneath us in a blanket of twinkling lights. I can see the arena in the distance, with the Icehawks logo at the entrance burning bright green and silver against the night sky.
Tonight's victory still hums through my veins like electricity, but somehow, standing here with Mia feels like the bigger win.
My two worlds—the one I dominate on ice and the one I'm desperate to build with her—colliding in a perfect panorama.
I move deeper into the room, towards a massive stone fireplace that is already lit, flames dancing like they're performing just for us. In the center of the room has to be the most inviting king-size bed I've ever seen. Deep crimson rose petals are scattered in a pattern too perfect to be random.
On the nightstand, a silver tray gleams in the firelight, loaded with strawberries dipped in chocolate that look almost too perfect to eat. Almost. Next to them, a bottle of expensive champagne sits nestled in an ice bucket, condensation sliding down its neck like it's just as turned on as I am right now.
The whole room screams "I'm going to ruin you for all other hotel rooms for the rest of your life."
But the thing that really catches my attention?
The private balcony. Visible through glass doors that open the room right up, it's complete with what looks like a steaming hot tub overlooking the mountains.
