Page 36 of Only for Tonight
“It’s okay to like country music.” I put on one of my favorite songs. “This is top tier.” I look over at him as the strums of the guitar come through and he smiles.
“We’re going to do something after we get your luggage that I’ve wanted to do since I saw you again,” he says and I raise my eyebrows.
“I think we did that.” I wink at him, making him laugh. “I think doing that got us in this situation in the first place.”
“Not that.” He chuckles. “But what we are going to do can definitely lead to that. Hopefully, if I play my cards right.”
He pulls up to the hotel and parks in the valet, the man handing him the white ticket as I wait for him. We walk into the lobby and he slides his hand with mine. I’m so surprised by this, all I can do is look down at our connected hands. He presses the up button, and once we get in, he looks over at me as I press the button for my floor.
His hand never leaves mine as we walk out of the elevator and I head to my room. I have to let his hand go to grab the key card, holding it over the magnetic lock before the click sounds and I push open the door. I step in and he follows me in, looking around. “Do you want something to drink?” I ask him and he shakes his head as he looks around at the room.
“I’m going to go pack up my clothes first,” I inform him, pointing to the bedroom and he nods. I expect him to sit on the couch and turn on the television, not follow me into the bedroom. “What are you doing?” I ask him and he stops walking, looking at me.
“I was going to sit on the bed while you pack,” he replies, looking behind him. “Why are you being so weird?” he asks me and I shrug.
“I don’t know, it feels weird,” I admit to him and he laughs. “Like, I have to change my clothes.”
“I’ve seen you naked.” He walks past me to the bed and plops down in it. “I’ve had my mouth on you and my fingers in you. You’re having my baby.”
“I know.” I look up at the ceiling before walking toward the closet and taking some of the clothes down. “It’s just, it’s daylight.”
“Do you want me to close the shades?” he asks me as he watches me. “Turn on the lights?”
“No.” I take my shirt off and fold it, putting it on the bed. “It’s fine, just, can you stop ogling me?”
“Absolutely”—he shakes his head and his eyebrows pinch together—“not.”
“Jaxon, you can’t just sit there looking like that.” I point to him and turn to grab stuff, placing it in my open suitcase.
“Like what?” He folds one arm behind his head and the other on his stomach.
“Forget it,” I huff and walk back to the chest of drawers, taking out a pair of leggings.
“No, say it,” he urges, and I look over at him.
“No,” I groan, taking off my pants and then leaving me in just my bra since he destroyed my panties, “you don’t need me to say it.”
“I want you to say it.” His eyes roam over my body, the blue of his eyes almost clear with the light in the room from the sun.
“Fine,” I concede, grabbing a pair of panties, “you sit there, or actually, you lie there looking like sex on a stick.” I see him trying not to smile. “Like, all you need to do is beckon someone and they’ll drop to their knees. Like Himeros.”
“Himeros?” he repeats the name.
“The sex god,” I tell him and he sits up, laughing. “Stop laughing, it’s irritating. And my body is filled with all these hormones.” I shimmy the pair of panties up, feeling less exposed.
“When were you supposed to check out of here?” he asks me, laughter gone from his face.
“Tomorrow by noon,” I tell him, not moving because his stare has me captivated.
“Come here, Ariella.” He motions with his head for me to go to him.
“I have to pack,” I respond softly. “We have a date to go on.”
“And you’ll get packing and then we’ll go on our date.” He turns on the bed, sitting with his feet on the floor. “Now, come here.”
I walk over to him, standing between his legs, his hands going to my hips. “I want to kiss you,” he announces, looking up at me as I step closer to him and put my hands on his shoulders, “really fucking bad.”
My hand comes up from his shoulder, moving to the side of his neck, and then trailing my fingertips up his stubbled jaw. I’m trying to memorize his face, trying not to think about me leaving and then not seeing him. I hold his face in the palm of my hand and bend so my face is in front of his. “Then kiss me, Jaxon.”
