I put on a gray suit and sit on the bed. I tap my foot on the carpeted floor as I wait for her. We’re not late. It’s only five and our reservation isn’t until seven, though we plan to have a drink at a cocktail bar first. But I’m impatient to see her all dressed up.
I pick up my phone and pull up a stupid game. I play a few rounds before the door clicks open and Courtney emerges from the washroom.
She’s wearing a black dress that clings to her chest almost as much as the wet T-shirt, and the skirt flares out and ends just below her knees. It’s stunning. It’s like the dress was made just for her, to enhance all of her features. She’s radiant and sexy as hell, and I do not want to wait until the end of the evening to be inside her.
“New plan,” I say, my voice rough. “We’ll have the cocktails after dinner. But now...” I reach for the zipper at the side of the dress and press myself against her back.
“I just put this on. You can’t take it off already.”
“Watch me.”
She laughs. “No. It took me a long time to get dressed up for tonight. I won’t let you undo it all before we leave the hotel room.”
“Fine,” I grumble. “If you insist.”
She walks toward the door, swaying her hips and driving me crazy.
Today has been almost like a dream, with room service and picture-perfect pastries and kissing in the rain.
But I know it won’t all be like this. I know a relationship is more than sex and fancy dinners and jetting off to Montreal, and I want all of it with her. I want to be there when she’s down, I want to be there when homemade apple crumble and vanilla ice cream taste like ash in her mouth—it will pain me to see her like that, but I want to be there, and I want to help her.
I care for her so very much.
“Julian,” she says, once I’ve been quiet for a minute, “are youstillogling my ass?”
Chapter 23
Courtney
I’d wanted to teaseJulian and make him think about sex all evening, but I hadn’t realized it would do the same to me. Now I wish I’d agreed to skip cocktails and let him screw me before we left the hotel.
Not that my cocktail wasn’t delicious. It had cherry and black pepper and vodka and some kind of herb and...hell, I don’t know. All I know is that it tasted marvelous.
But we’ve been at the restaurant for almost two hours now. Dinner shows no sign of ending anytime soon, and he’s looking so damn gorgeous.
I’ve always liked men in suits, and nobody wears a suit like Julian. It hints at large muscles underneath, and I want to grab those muscles and scrape my fingernails over them and lick them, just generally have my way with him.
