I turn toward her fully. “Say exactly what you mean.”
Her cheeks go red, but she does not look away. “I’m a virgin.”
The admission changes the shape of the night. It puts something precious in my hands, and every rough part of me has to learn patience fast.
My grip on her hand tightens once before I ease it.
“All right.”
Her brows pull together. “That’s all?”
“That’s enough.”
“You don’t mind?”
I step closer. Her back brushes the elevator wall, and her fingers tighten around mine.
“I mind that you think I would.”
Her eyes soften.
Hell.
I touch her face, thumb sliding over her cheek. “Tonight only happens if you want it.”
“I want it.”
My control strains.
“Say it again.”
“I want you.”
The elevator doors open.
I lead her into the suite before I kiss her, because if I put my mouth on her in the hallway, we may never make it inside.
The presidential suite is quiet, the lights low, the mountains dark beyond the windows. Natalie barely has time to look around before I close the door and turn the lock.
The sound makes her shiver.
I see it.
I walk to her slowly. “Last chance to tell me to take you home.”
She shakes her head.
“Words.”
“I want to stay here with you.”
Good.
I take her mouth.
The kiss is slower than the ones in my office, deeper, built to take her nerves apart piece by piece. She leans into me with a soft sound, hands sliding up my chest, and I catch her waist before my control can turn greedy.
I undo the clasp at the back of her neck, the same one I fastened earlier. The dress loosens under my fingers.
