Page 14 of Vixen's Guide to Christmas
“How did you do that?” Grayson asks as the hotel desk clerk hands me the only key we’ll need for the night. “Did you even put down a credit card?”
I shake my head as I take his hand and lead him to the elevator. “Didn’t need to.”
He gives me a questioning look as we wait for the elevator to take us to the penthouse suite. “Do I want to know or will that make me some sort of accomplice?”
I laugh as I turn toward him, tugging him in a little closer by his ridiculous, yet somehow sexy, Christmas sweater. “Nothing we’ll go to jail for. I’m just taking advantage of my boss being a big deal. He has a room here for whenever him and his wife want it. And since they had a Christmas concert tonight for their son, I doubt they’ll be having date night after.”
I can tell by the look in Grayson’s eyes that he’s trying to figure out who the hell my boss would be that he’d have access to a penthouse suite at his disposal. And since the last thing I wantto do is talk about my billionaire boss/best friend any more than I already have tonight, I do what I know will take his mind off of it.
I kiss him.
There’s one second of shock. Which I get. I know many women who aren’t comfortable making the first move, especially in a hotel lobby with people walking past us. And this isn’t even where I thought our first kiss would happen. It probably should’ve happened when we were eating our hot dogs on the bench. Or countless other times during our impromptu night. But this…it somehow feels right.
Grayson relaxes within a second and leans into the kiss. My God, does he lean into it. His hands move to the small of my back, pressing me into him so I can feel every inch of his hardening cock.
Yup, getting this hotel was exactly the right call.
Thank you, Logan.
My hands are itching to explore more of him, but I’m reminded that we’re in a public place when the sound of the elevator arriving breaks our moment. We slowly move apart as the door opens, stepping aside to let out the other guests. But Grayson doesn’t let me get too far from him, pulling me back against his hard chest as we wait to enter.
Finally we are thankfully alone.
“Come here,” Grayson growls out, pulling me against him before the door even closes. Our feet stumble back, pinning me against the wall. Our tongues are searching for more as this kiss continues to deepen. Both of us want more. Both of us need more. And if not for someone entering at any moment, I’m pretty sure both of us would say fuck waiting for the room and start stripping each other right here.
The kiss has all the heat and passion of a crazy one-night stand. The desire. The franticness. The hands trying to cover asmuch ground as possible because you know your time together is limited.
But I hope they aren’t. Tonight’s connection with Grayson is something I haven’t felt in…maybe ever. Even the only serious relationship I’ve had in my adult life didn’t feel like this, and we were together for more than a year. Sure, the sex was good (mostly). We had fun (occasionally). But the instant spark that Grayson and I shared tonight is not anything I’ve felt before. So as much as I want this night—and to feel that beard against my skin in all the right places—I hope it’s not the only time this happens.
Because I already can tell that I want more. I just hope he does as well.
Just as our hands are starting to roam in the places I’ve been aching to touch and be touched, the elevator comes to a stop, jolting us apart and opening to the penthouse suite.
Grayson pulls away just enough for me to start walking, but before I’m two steps out of the elevator, he pulls me back into him, my back to his front, before wrapping his arms around my stomach.
“You know I’m not going to run away,” I say through a giggle as we talk in tandem to the door.
“I know,” he says as his hands slide up my stomach, cupping my breasts.How am I supposed to get a door open when this is happening?“But if you ran, I couldn’t do this.”
All thoughts of a door, or really anything, fly out of my brain when Grayson’s hands are on me. My head falls back onto his shoulder as teases me in the perfect places. Now, if he were to just start kissing my neck while he’s doing this, I’d do anything he asked tonight.
Even that.
Yes,that.
“Are you going to let us in the room, Kat?” he asks, his lips dangerously close tothatterritory. “Or are you just going to let me tease you all night?”
I try my best to regain any brain function, but just as I do, he lightly nibbles on my neck, pinching my nipples through my sweater and bra. His fingers slowly start inching up my leather skirt sending shivers up my spine.
“Grayson...” His name spills out of my lips as I fail yet again to step closer to the door, and therefore let us in. “I need more.”
“Then let us in the room, Kat,” he murmurs in my ear. “The quicker we’re inside, the quicker I can lick that sweet pussy that I know is wet and ready for me.”
His words snap me out of my fog, my body instantly ready for every single word that just came out of his deliciously dirty mouth.
Because it is. It so is.
I hurry and tap the key card to the door, the green light flashing and allowing me to push in with ease. Grayson and I stumble into the room, and I barely have my feet under me before he spins me around and pins me against the wall.
