Page 133 of Love Unforgettable
I watch him talking, drinking, laughing. He takes my breath away.
As though he feels me watching him, he looks up and catches my eye. He mouths the word, “Hi.” I smile and mouth it back. Cole sets his drink on the bar, says something to his dad, and walks toward me.
“Ladies,” I say to Kat and Remi. “I will see you in the morning.”
“Go get ‘em, tiger,” Kat says.
“Have a few for me,” Remi says.
“A few?” I laugh.
Remi nods to Cole with her head. “Of that I have no doubt.”
“Sweetness,” Cole says when he reaches us. “Time to call it a night? May I escort you to our room?” He holds out his hand. I take his in mine. “Yes and of course.” I smile. He keeps my hand clutched in his and leads me to the elevators. We take the special penthouse elevator that doesn’t stop anywhere in between and requires a pass. We are the only ones in the car.
He backs me up against the wall, takes my hands and holds them above my head, and leans into me. I like the feeling of his weight against me. He nuzzles my neck with his nose, and inhales deeply, sending shivers down my spine.
“My God, the things I want to do to you.” His baritone voice is deep and raspy.
“I can’t wait,” I whisper. He rubs his cheek against mine, then turns slightly so our lips meet, his kiss quickly turns demanding. He runs his free hand up my thigh, pushing my dress up slightly as he goes. “Your skin is so soft,” he says against my lips. His hand runs around to the back of my leg and up to cup my bare bottom, thanks to my thong, causing me to inhale sharply.
“Oh, Cole,” I moan.
The elevator dings. We’ve reached the top floor. The doors slide open and I suppress my disappointment as Cole steps away from me, releasing my hands. He takes my right hand again and leads me to our room. Kat and Remi already brought all my things up here for us, so there’s nothing for me to do but enjoy my night with my fiancé.
Gah!
He opens the door to the room. I knew it would be nice, but I didn’t expect this. Straight ahead is a huge wall of windows, giving us a view of the entire city. There’s a sitting area with big cushy furniture and a bar cart, bottle of champagne already chilling, off to the right is a sun room with a small terrace that I’ll bet is spectacular in the morning. Off to the left are double doors that I’m assuming lead into the bedroom. I walk forward and lean against the window; the glass is cool on my heated skin.
“This view is incredible,” I say. Cole comes up behind me.
“It is,” he says. I can tell from his reflection that he’s looking at me and not the skyline which makes me giggle. “Champagne?” he asks.
“Yes, please.”
He moves over to the bar cart and takes it out of the ice with the towel.
“You know, the cork isn’t supposed to make that loud popping sound when you open it.”
“How can you make it not pop?” he asks. “It’s under pressure.”
“True professionals can open in such a way to dull the sound considerably. There’s still a small pop, but it’s muted.”
“Are you saying I should let you open the champagne?”
“No, I’m just saying if you want to impress me, mute the sound.” I grin.
“Prepare to be underwhelmed, sweetness.”
I laugh. He opens the champagne with a large pop, making me laugh harder. Then he pours us each a glass. “Join me on the sofa?” he asks. He takes off his jacket, then his tie and cufflinks, rolls up the sleeves to his shirt and unbuttons the top few buttons.
He dims the lights, and we sit on the couch, drinking champagne and looking out at the city lights. He has his arm around me and I’ve got my head rested on his shoulder. I kick off my shoes and curl my legs up underneath me. The leather of the couch feels cool.
“Did I tell you how beautiful you looked tonight?” he asks.
“You did and thank you.”
“Can I tell you something without you getting upset?”
