Chapter 25
The great thing about ridiculously expensive hotels is that if you’ve got a weird request, they’ve always heard weirder.
Because rich people are fucking weird, me calling up the kitchen and asking them to send two dinners and also a plate of ten porterhouse steaks?
Didn’t even warrant a pause on the other end of the line.
“Medium, like the ribeyes in the dinners?” the woman on the line had asked, and when I had agreed, she’d gone right on into asking if I needed anything else at all.
Nope, just two dinners, a couple of beers, and ten pounds of steak, thanks.
Wait.
“Do you have dessert?” I asked.
Behind me, Davin demanded, “Order cranachan. It’s late in the season, but they should still have it.”
And I didn’t know what cranachan was, but I trusted Davin with my life. Dessert was not a huge leap from there.
An hour and a half later, we’d eaten, Twist was still going at her steaks, and I was ready to move forward.
Well, to be fair, the cranachan had been delicious. Like the world’s best parfait, but with booze in it.
Davin was still licking the spoon on his dessert, but he looked up from it to meet my eye.
“Shower next? It’s been forever, and I’m filthy.
” He dropped the spoon into the empty cup with the jingle of metal on glass and leaned forward.
“I’ll bet a fancy place like this has a shower big enough for two people. ”
Oh hell yes.
I was up like a shot, forgetting I still had a plate on my lap, and only Davin’s speedy vampire self saved it from clattering to the floor, probably breaking into a million pieces.
As always, he was more amused at my scattered mind than annoyed, and just set the plate aside in favor of taking my hand. “What do you say we go find it?”
“One hundred percent yes,” I agreed instantly.
Yeah, I wasn’t going to be demure or seductive. I wanted to have sex with my boyfriend. I’d already been waiting for what felt like centuries.
Yes, fine, less than three months.
You try waiting almost three months for the one thing in the world you really want sometime, see how you like it.
I was already yanking off my shirt as we wandered through the sort of living room area, and when we got into the bedroom, where we’d both dropped our bags, I tossed the shirt onto the bed. I could handle it later.
Davin found a closet behind one door in the bedroom, and it looked like a full size one. What would someone need with that much closet space in a hotel room? It was a nice place and all, but seriously, I hoped no one lived that long at a hotel.
I was toeing off my shoes while he crossed to the other door, and there it was.
The bathroom did not disappoint in the least. It had not only a shower big enough for two adults—maybe five or six, in fact—but also, a hot tub.
Not that I was likely to use a hot tub.
Hot tubs always seemed cool till you had to wait like an hour for the darn thing to fill up, and also, I’d never gotten much out of the whole “jet of water on my balls” thing. If anything, it was the opposite of sexy.
Fortunately for me, Davin didn’t even glance at the tub.
He strode right over to the shower, opening the huge glass door and leaning in to flip the water on.
Then, while we waited for the water to heat up, he pulled off each piece of his—or my, in the case of the shirt—worn clothing and folded it, stacking them on the counter.
He’d already left his shoes in the living area, so somehow, he was naked before I was.
Okay fine, not so much “somehow” as “I almost tripped and broke my leg trying to hurry too fast, and so had to stop and sit on the bed and not-so-calmly take my pants off.”
When I finally ripped the damn things off my second leg and threw them and my underwear on the floor with disgust, I looked up to find Davin lounging, fucking naked, in the bathroom doorway.
Naked Davin.
My brain might have shorted out, because the next thing I knew, he was standing in front of me, one hand cupping my face and the other running through my hair.
When the latter reached my nape, his grip tightened, and he pulled me off the bed until we were standing there, pressed together from neck to toes.
And it turned out that as calm as he might seem, Davin was every bit as interested in the situation as I was. Unless he just went around that hard all the time, and that seemed like a thing even I might have noticed by now.
The hand cupping my cheek moved, and he lifted his index finger to tap my nose. “You’ve got to stay with me this time. No room for distraction in this.”
How could I get distracted from—
A strange, rhythmic buzzing started, and I frowned and looked around. What could . . . it was emanating from my pants. What the . . . oh shit. Was someone calling me? Everyone important had a ridiculous ringtone assigned to them, so buzzing would mean it was just—
“Absolutely not,” Davin denied, turning and grabbing the pants by the bottom hem.
Then he marched to the door and opened it long enough to toss them out before closing it again.
Then, he locked it. Like the phone might have somehow figured out how to open the door and try again if he hadn’t locked it out.
Without missing another beat, he marched back to me, scooped me up, and carried me back into the bathroom.
“No more calls,” he muttered. “No more kittens or vampires or dragons or other arseholes getting in my way.” He set me down in front of the shower and reached in, checking the temperature of the water before planting a hand in the middle of my chest and pushing, forcing me to walk backward into the huge shower stall as he followed me in. “Just you, and me, and this water.”
The water fell over my back, wetting my hair, then my face and chest, making me turn and sputter a bit, because who liked water to the face?
Davin, apparently.
He didn’t seem to care about it at all. No, he just kept pressing my chest, all the way through the stream of warm water, to the back side of the stall, until I was pressed against cool gray tile, and Davin’s body was against me.
“Just the water?” I asked. Then without waiting for a real answer, since I didn’t give a single fuck about that, I reached up to squeeze his shoulders. “Sounds like a good time to me.”
His smile then was perfect. Just what I’d needed. Okay, not exactly. What I really needed was for him to—
Yeah.
He leaned down and pressed our lips together, but unlike every other—mostly public—time he’d done the same thing, there was a firmness. An intent.
Hunger.
I opened for him, leaning back and letting myself go lax in his arms, and he pressed in.
An inexorable force that no part of me wanted to fight.
His tongue was slick and hot as he swept it through my mouth, almost like he’d been drinking something hot right before the kiss, and it took my breath away.
One of his legs pushed between mine, parting them and pinning me against the cool tiled wall of the shower stall. His hands slid down my wet skin, leaving heat trails everywhere, and for one delirious second, I worried that the whole room was going to combust, water and all.
When his mouth left mine I wanted to protest, but he wasn’t finished just yet.
He trailed his lips back to the corner of my jaw, the sensitive spot where it met my neck, nibbling there a moment, and then he kissed his way down my neck.
Halfway down, he started biting. Not hard enough to break skin, or even to hurt, really, but it was . . .
“Ngh,” was all that came out when I tried to tell him how fucking perfect he was. How he was exactly everything I’d ever wanted.
That I loved him.
When he reached that sensitive hollow where my neck met my shoulder, he bit down, and for a second, I expected to feel fangs. But this was Davin, and he’d never been looking for my blood.
He wanted so much more than that.
This was why people thought vampires were sexy, though. This feeling that he would devour me. That he needed me so much he could consume me entirely and still want more.
His hands, that had been leaving steaming trails across every inch of skin they could reach, finally slid to a stop cupping my ass, and with what seemed to be no effort at all, he lifted me up and braced me against the back tile wall.
“Wrap yer legs ’round my hips,” he demanded, and his voice was almost as rough as my own pitiful attempt at speech had been.
I complied without a single thought as he lifted me, crossing my ankles behind the small of his back and grinding forward into his rock-hard cock. There. That was what I wanted. What I’d been fucking dreaming about for months now.
And he was going to give it to me.
There was a clatter beside me, and I didn’t even look, because Davin was kissing me again, a heated press of lips and tongue that demanded all of my attention.
A moment later, I felt it, though: his dick, sliding along my perineum, slick with .
. . what, conditioner? Shower oil? Easiest things to find in a shower, and unlike Davin’s usual MO, he hadn’t spent the day preparing for this moment.
We’d discussed the lack of need for condoms nearly a month ago, so nothing else mattered.
And then the tip was sliding inside, and any trace of sensible thought was gone.
He leaned back, bracing one hand against the wall and holding my hip with the other as he changed angles to make it easier to just . . . oh fuck, it burned going in, his fat cock sliding over every inch of my insides as he pressed in.
I arched my back and cried out, tightening my legs around him.
More, damn him. I needed more. Needed him to—
“Okay?” he asked, my fucking king of consent, but he didn’t understand.
I couldn’t fucking . . . word.
Instead, I let out a whine, nodding wildly, hoping that was enough for him.
His filthy chuckle told me it was, at the same time as it made my cock jerk against his belly. How was him laughing at me hot? Fuck me, the man was going to make me spontaneously combust, and I was supposed to be immune to fire.
He took his time changing his grip slightly, then slid halfway out of me, even as I tried to push forward, to force him back in.
Not my Davin, though. He was as inevitable as the fucking ocean.
So he slid his way out, and then rammed home once again, tearing a sob from me, almost like a scream, and I couldn’t have held it in if I’d tried.
“Not going to last long,” he panted out as he thrust back and forth again, the admission yet another way to devour me, eating up every hesitation I’d ever had.
Telling me he wanted this, and me, every bit as much as I wanted him.
He slid into me over and over, not pulling all the way out so much as a natural push and pull, my body following his away from the wall of the shower as he pulled back each time. Every movement was exquisite and too much at the same time. Overwhelming and perfect.
The cool tiles against my back, and the searing heat of Davin before me.
His continuing whispers, which had started at his usual Gaelic “mo chroí,” had moved into others I’d never heard before, but somehow I knew each one was simply another declaration of his love.
“And you are,” he said as he ground into me again, his voice gone deep and gravelly. It sent shivers through me, and I just knew—“Mine. You are mine. My heart. My love. My everything. Mine. Forever.”
And that was it. My eyes squeezed shut tight and I saw lightning flash behind my lids.
My whole body jerked forward, into Davin, as I came, hard and fast and filthy, my body clenching around him.
I leaned forward, wrapping my arms around him and pressing my face into his neck, in a need to be ever closer to him, because I was his.
And he was mine.
Forever.
He continued to fuck me, and the friction was almost too much, but a moment later his full weight pressed into me, pushing us both into the wall as he groaned out his own release.
And (very nearly) everything was right with the world.