One eyebrow rises. “I’m listening.”
“We could…go to my room.”
In no time, he sticks up a hand, catching the bartender’s attention. “Check, please.”
I laugh. “I guess that’s a yes?”
After the bartender signals that he heard, Sawyer turns to me, confidence flashing in his dark eyes—they’re a deep, chocolate brown. “Chloe, you are an unequivocal yes.”
And he is the perfect end to a shitty day.
But just in case things go south, I square my shoulders and say without regret, “Can I take a picture of your license really fast?
“Of course,” he says without questioning me. Without acting weird.
He lets go of my waist, reaches for his wallet, and sets his identification on the counter right as the bartender returns with the check. Sawyer signs the bill while I snap the pic and send the shot to my friends.
When all that’s done, I say, “Ready?”
“More than you can ever know,” he says, then, using my words from earlier, he adds, “maybe ridiculous isn’t a bad thing.”
“Maybe? C’mon. We can do better than maybe.”
“Let’s find out how much better we can do,” he says, then takes my hand. We leave the bar, heading straight into the carpe diem portion of the night.
As soon as the doors close in the elevator, I swipe my key card, then punch the button for level ten. Before we even pass the second floor, Sawyer advances toward me, bracketing my face with his hands and dropping his mouth to mine once more.
So we’re doing the whole kissing-in-the-elevator thing. I fumble behind me for the brass bar, then find it. I wrap my hands around it. As the car shoots up, my mind goes hazy with both lust and longing as this veritable stranger kisses me with a confidence I’m not sure I’ve ever experienced before.
He kisses with purpose. With a plan. His strong hands slide up my arms, then he fiddles with the strap of the sundress, running his finger under it and across the bare skin of my shoulder.
My breath hitches.
He stops, breaks the kiss, strokes my shoulder some more. “Nice dress.”
“Thanks. Some hot Mr. Darcy-type got it for me.”
The corner of his lips curves up. “Sounds like he has good taste. He probably thought the color would look great on you.”
“He has a good eye. The bikini’s nice too,” I say.
“Bet it looks good on you,” he says with a casual nod and a cocky grin to match.
“Bet it looks good on the floor too.”
His eyes sparkle first, then his mouth curves up. Shaking his head in admiration, he says, “Chloe,” like my name contains his entire agenda for the night. “What am I going to do with you?”
“I thought we’d already made that clear,” I say as the elevator chugs, slowing down at last.
His eyes pin me with a dark, hot stare. “What I mean is…howam I going to fuck you senseless tonight?”
My thighs clench. My mind is still reeling from his words, but I manage a response. “That’s a ridiculous question.”
“How is it ridiculous?” he asks as the elevator stops and the doors whisk open.
We step out, and I spin around and grab the collar of his polo shirt. “You’re going to surprise me, Sawyer.”
His eyes darken, glimmering with white-hot lust as he takes my hand and marches down the hallway with me without even glancing at the numbers on the doors. Before I can say a word, he stops in his tracks. “Room,” he demands, his tone gruff. “You’ve got me so wound up, I don’t even know if I’m going the right way.”
