If I wanted this to work with Ren, who had indeed busted his ass to get in there, then I needed to let him in there.
Starting now.
And anyway, he was being all kinds of sweet.
Shit.
“I think Indy’s pissed at me.”
His hands left my neck so he could wrap his arms around me. When he did, my hands left his wrists so I could rest them on his chest.
Through this, he spoke.
“You two have been through more thick and thin than anybody. She’s gonna bust your chops, babe. She’s also gonna get over it. And you know that.”
Okay, that required more sharing.
Shit!
I pulled in a breath and whispered, ‘I don’t like her mad at me.”
He nodded and his face got soft. “Sucks when anyone you love is mad at you. But if they love you, they get over it. And Ally,” he gave me a squeeze, “that woman loves you. She’ll get over it. You just need to suck it up and let her bust your chops.”
He was right.
And he was definitely all kinds of sweet.
Because of that, I slid my hands up his chest to wrap my arms around his neck and I pressed in, saying, “I’m suddenly not hungry.”
“Anticipation,” was his reply.
I rocked back on my heels, but kept hold of him as I asked, “What?”
“Honey, the next two hours I get to sit opposite you wondering what’s under that fuckin’ phenomenal dress. Then I get to peel that fucking phenomenal dress off and find out. Anticipation. Makes something sweet all the more sweet. You gonna take that away from me?”
“I’m thinking that would be selfish,” I answered.
“It would,” he replied on a smile.
“The problem is, I’m in the mood to be selfish,” I shared, then I got to watch and feel as he burst out laughing.
Both his hands also slipped down to my ass so I thought I was going to get my selfish way.
I didn’t.
He bent his neck, kissed mine then pulled away, as in, entirely, letting me go and ordering, “Get your bag. The sooner I get food and champagne down you, the sooner we can see just how special this night’s gonna be.”
Champagne?
I liked my tequila. Definitely.
But Ren in a suit I got to peel off later, good food, just us, our first date, and champagne?
I was all for that.
Ren tagged his suit jacket from the bed and shrugged it on.
I grabbed my bag.
Ren grabbed my hand.
We were out on the landing, Ren one step down the stairs, when I tugged on his hand. He stopped and looked up at me.
It was time for more sharing.
“Thanks for making this easy, honey.”
Instantly, his eyes got so hot, they burned through me. He pushed back on my hand so I took a step back and he took the step back up. Then his hands were at my ass, his mouth was on mine, and he was shuffling me backwards.
Quickly.
I landed on the bed.
Ren landed on me.
His mouth went to my neck and his fingers went to my zipper.
My lips went to his ear. “What about anticipation?”
