Page 75 of Undeniable

“That’s not what you said a few minutes ago.”

I slapped his chest, but he merely chuckled as he grabbed my hand. He folded it into his and held them both to his chest.

“What about room service?” I asked.

“I don’t know. Is it going to be up to your standards?” he teased.

“Standards?” I sniffed, lifting my nose into the air. “You make it sound like I’m a snob.”

“Foodie. Snob. Same difference.”

I grabbed a pillow, ready to pummel him with it. But he was too fast. He pinned me to the mattress, the pillow caged beneath me. “You forget who you’re dealing with, sweetheart.”

His body felt so good draped over mine. All warm skin and solid muscle. And the dangerous edge to his voice made my core quiver with anticipation.

“I’m not a snob.” I struggled to get free, inhaling sharply when his cock nudged my ass. He was already getting hard.

I glanced back over my shoulder “Again? Seriously?” His body seemed to deny the laws of biology.

“It’s your fault.” He reached beneath me, squeezing my breast, wrapping his hand under my hip and pulling me closer. “This is what you do to me.”

His heart beat against my back, his scent wrapping around me. It was one of the most intimate and wonderful moments of my life. And then my stomach let out the loudest, most embarrassing, ill-timed growl. I squeezed my eyes shut and flattened my face to the mattress.

“Come on,” he said, nudging me. “Let’s decide what to order, and then we can watch a movie while we eat.”

I rolled onto my back, pulling the covers over my chest and peering up at the hotel tablet he held above us. He’d already pulled up the menu for room service.

“Do you want to share some appetizers?”

“Of course,” I said, grinning. The man definitely knew the way to my heart.

“Focaccia?”

“Good choice. And maybe the cheese platter.”

“With no nuts,” he said, before I could even mention it.

I turned and kissed his cheek. Connor was always watching out for me. Whether it was by buckling my sandals earlier—swoon. Insisting on setting my alarm. Positioning me away from the street when we walked on the sidewalk. Or knowing my coffee order and making sure my food was nut free, he took care of me.

“What was that for?” he asked, turning to look at me. His gray eyes seemed lighter, despite what he’d told me earlier about his dad. And I wanted to believe I’d had something to do with that.

“Just because.” I smiled, hoping he knew just how wonderful he was.

He smiled and held my gaze for a beat then turned his attention back to the tablet. “Entrée? I was considering the striped bass.”

“Me too,” I said. “That or the steak.”

“Let’s get one of each and share.”

“I love the way you think. Ooh. And dessert.” I pointed to the screen. “I want apple pie.”

“One slice or two?” he asked.

“Hmm.” I tapped my finger to my lips.

He chuckled. “Let’s just get two.”

“Good idea. We can always save any we don’t eat for later.”

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