“Reservation for Mancini.”
“Of course. If you could just fill this out. I’ll need a form of identification, and if you could put your number there on the bottom of the form that would be wonderful.”
The receptionist said the last with a wink as she leaned forward showing a button up shirt that really needed a few more buttons. And maybe a bigger size as well.
Winter went ram rod straight against him.
Fighting a chuckle, he grabbed a pen and started to fill out the form.
Winter may not be completely convinced about them yet, but based on her reaction, she had a bit of a jealous streak as well, and he couldn’t help the little jolt it sent him.
Straight to the chest squeezing, rolling over him and making him so hard he was instantly fighting the urge to throw her against the counter and show the receptionist exactly who he belonged to.
He got to the bottom of the form and paused as Winter scooted in closer to him.
“Don’t you dare put your number there!” she whispered menacingly, and he couldn’t help but laugh as her cheeks went bright red.
“Um, sorry. I didn’t mean to say that.”
“I think you did, little bird.” He smiled down at her, fighting a laugh, while handing the form back to the receptionist.
“I don’t think you will need my number.” The receptionist had the good sense to not say anything. She simply nodded, not making eye contact with him and handed over their room keys, mumbling about breakfast hours and room service.
Walking into the elevator he hit the button for their floor and turned to her, backing her up slightly so that she was pressed between him and the wall. His hips pressed lightly into her as he brought his hand up, tracing her face.
Beautiful little bird.
“I know I shouldn’t push you, but I don’t know if I can wait for you to catch up.”
Having her so close, yet so far away, her body pressed up against him, a man could only take so much.
He didn’t know if he could wait any longer.
It had been slowly building over the last year.
He leaned down slowly running his lips over hers, giving her time to pull away. The gasp that left her lips, and the way her hands clenched on his shirt said that she didn’t want it to stop.
He licked the inseam of her lips fighting the urge to push his hips into hers. He was walking a fine line of wanting to have her, and trying not to scare her.
He pulled back on that thought.
He had to stop now.
Before he pushed too far.
Even though he wanted her with a desire that was stronger than any force here on this earth, if she wasn’t ready for him, ready to take this further he wasn’t going to push her.
He had to protect her.
Even if that meant from himself.
“Mark?” The elevator stopped at their floor before he could figure out a way to let her down.
He needed to remember that she was still healing, and his desire and needs would have to wait.
Even if he had to take cold showers for the rest of his life.
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