Page 66 of Impulsive Saint
“You really do have a thing for my ass.” he teased as he twisted her around so her feet hit the floor.
“I have a thing for all of you.” she shot back, kissing him quickly.
“Back at ya, sweetheart.” He turned her by the shoulders and pushed her further into the room, if it could even be called that. “Look at that view.”
Ashtyn gasped and he grinned as he followed her into the room. As she went to the large floor to ceiling windows to look out over the city, he took note of the insanely expensive suite. Just inside the door there was a small kitchen area with a fully stocked bar, an island and stools. Closer to the windows was a living area that included a large sectional sofa, a giant television hung on the wall and even a desk and office space tucked neatly against another wall. A door to his right showed a bedroom that rivaled his entire apartment back home and he assumed the two doors in there led to an equally extravagant closet and bathroom.
Instead of going to look at either, he followed Ashtyn to the windows and wrapped his arms around her waist, “What do you think?”
“It’s incredible.” She leaned back against him and whispered softly, almost reverently. “Thank you, Tyler.”
“You don’t have to thank me. This was your trip, your bucket list. I’m just here to help make your dreams come true.”
She turned in his arms, meeting his gaze with a warm light in her eyes that nearly undid him, “You have, so many times in so many ways, I only wish I could return the favor.”
“You already have. You’re my dream, princess.” he admitted, leaning down to brush a kiss across her lips.
“If you’re going to insist on keeping that nickname, I’m going to start calling you Prince Charming.” she teased and he chuckled.
“Don’t you dare.”
“Maybe just when we’re alone then.” She pressed closer to him and his cock took note. A mischievous smile spread across her pretty face. She smirked, “Does Prince Charming want to come out and play?”
He groaned, “You are not calling my dick, Prince Charming.”
“Mmm, whatever you say.” Her hand went to his groin, stroking him through his jeans.
“Ash…” he warned, “Keep that up and I’m liable to fuck you right here against this window where half the city could see if they looked.”
She moaned slightly, squeezing him harder, “Promise?”
He nearly choked on the air in his lungs, “Are you serious? You want that?”
“I want you, right here, right now. Show me how much you want me.” she whispered, hands going to his zipper as she flicked the button of his jeans open.
“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.”
“Like I said before, what a lovely way to go.” she teased before going to her knees in front of him.
They didn’t make it to the bed to test if it squeaked or not. Tyler took her right there in front of the windows, just like he’d promised. The thrill of not quite public sex driving both of them so crazy it didn’t last long but was explosive as dynamite. Once they’d both climaxed and managed to regain some of their sanity Ashtyn laughed.
Tyler hugged her to him, “What’s so funny?”
“We didn’t even make it to the bed to see if it squeaks or not.”
“There’s always next time.” he chuckled as he lifted her into his arms and carried her towards the big bedroom to do just that.
21
Ashtyn smiled as she pulled on one of the new outfits that Tyler had chosen for her. Rather, that a Bellagio stylist had chosen for her on Tyler’s dime. He’d surprised her when they pulled up in front of the fancy hotel but he awed her when he’d shown her the closet full of designer clothes for her to choose from. When he’d pulled her close and told her she deserved nothing but the best, her heart had slipped a little further out of her grasp.
She looked at herself in the floor length mirror and marveled. She didn’t look anything like the girl that had spent nights in dusty motel rooms and rinsed her clothes in bathroom sinks over the last week. But she also didn’t look like the girl that had fled Nashville in an extravagant wedding gown either.
Her skin was tanned from the days in the sun and her hair was in desperate need of a deep conditioning mask so she’d pulled it into a messy bun in an attempt to look as if she was purposefully disheveled. Instead of reaching for one of the gorgeous gowns that hung in the closet she’d opted to stick with a casual look for their first night in Las Vegas, or at least as casual an option as had been made available to her.
The black jumpsuit was tight across her breasts but the bottoms flared in a flattering way that emphasized her tall, lean frame and long legs. It was backless, giving it a sexy edge, and she’d paired it with black wedge sandals. The total look was put together but not flashy enough to draw attention which was exactly what she was going for.
They might be halfway across the country from Nashville but she didn’t want to take any chances that someone might see and recognize her out on the town when she was supposed to have been on her honeymoon.
