She stops at the only door on the floor, waving the key over the locking device but it flashes red. She glances over her shoulder at me with a frown. “It won’t open.”
“Here.” I approach, completely crowding her, my front pressed against her back as I reach around her and snag the key from her fingers. “I’ll do it,” I whisper close to her ear.
She goes completely still, her head slightly bent, her warmth seeping into me as I wave the key slowly across the tiny black screen. Two green lights flash, accompanied by the click of the lock sliding back. She reaches for the handle, pushing the door open and I follow her inside.
The moment the door clicks shut we’re shrouded in darkness. I can hear her accelerated breathing, inhale her deliciously floral scent and I operate on pure instinct.
Next thing I know I’ve got her pushed against the wall, my body pressed to hers, pinning her in place.
“You said you wanted to see the view,” she whispers shakily.
I almost laugh. She’s adorable. “I don’t give a damn about the view.”
She tilts her head back, her lips in perfect alignment with mine. “What do you want to do, then?”
“I figured you had a case of pre-wedding nerves.” I touch her chin, tracing the point with my thumb. Drift the back of my fingers down the length of her throat. In the dim light let in from the cracked open curtains, I witness her briefly close her eyes, her tongue sneaking out to wet her lips.
Fuck. I shouldn’t do this. She’s beautiful and she’s sweet and she’s so damn vulnerable. I shouldn’t play with her heart or give in to my urges just because it’s been a couple of months since I had sex and all I can think about is getting Charlotte naked.
But it’s more than that. No one counts on me for shit, and this woman looks at me as if I could be her savior. She needs me. I want to be there for her.
I want to be her knight in shining armor.
“Are you nervous about tomorrow?” she asks me.
I bring her face back into focus. “No.”
“Oh. I am,” she admits. “What if I trip?”
“You won’t.”
“What if…you don’t show?”
The worry in her voice just about kills me. I refuse to disappoint this woman. Everyone else does.
But not me.
“I’ll be there.” I cup her chin once more, forcing her gaze to mine. “I promise.”
Her eyes are wide and unblinking. “What if someone figures us out?”
“Figures what out?”
“That our relationship isn’t real.” Her voice is strained with worry.
“We need to make it look real between us.”
“I try.” She shakes her head. “Sometimes, it still feels awkward to me.”
“What will make it easier for you?” I rest my hand on her hip, giving a squeeze. “Maybe we need more practice.”
“What kind of practice?”
“Me touching you.” I skim my hand up, from her hip to her waist to her rib cage, stopping there. “You touching me. Go on, try it.”
She slips her hand beneath my suit jacket to settle it on my ribs, her fingertips burning through the thin fabric of my shirt. “You’re warm.”
“So are you.” I let go of her chin to curl my hand around the side of her neck. “You’re wearing the earrings I gave you.”
She nods, reaching up to touch one, her fingers skimming the edge. “I love them.”
My earlier thoughts return and I decide to be truthful. “You know what I want to see?”
Charlotte shakes her head slowly. “What?”
“You wearing those earrings I gave you.” I lean in close, my mouth right at her ear. “And nothing else.”
I pull away slightly as a shuddery breath escapes her and she swallows hard, her gaze never leaving mine. She’s always so agreeable, allowing people to tell her what to do.
But just how obedient is she?
“You know what I want to see?” she asks.
My brows draw together and I brace my hand on the wall next to her head. “What?”
“All of your tattoos.” She grabs hold of my tie, tugging on it and I drop my head, my mouth landing on hers as if it was the most natural thing in the world, kissing her.
Devouring her.
I remove my hand from the wall to grip the back of her head, my fingers curling around her low ponytail, holding her in place as I drink from her lips. I search her sweet mouth with my tongue, stroking it against hers, and a low, agonized sound ripples through the air.
It’s me. I’m the one who’s groaning. Just from the taste of her lips. Her fingers curled into my tie, tugging on it. As if she wants more of what only I can give her.
This is probably a mistake, but fuck it. My entire life has consisted of me being guided by my family, telling me what to do. Hell, the only reason I’m marrying Charlotte is because of them.
But they’re not controlling this night. This moment.
For once, I’m going to do what I want. Like when I raced cars and took a risk. Putting myself—and others—in danger. One wrong move and it’s over.
That’s what this feels like with Charlotte. Out of control. Reckless. I want it.
I want her.
I press closer, my hips nudging hers, her body flattening against the wall behind her. I return my hand on her hip, squeezing her there, crushing those delicate pink petals beneath my grip.
“Perry.” The sound of my name falling from her lips does something to me. Urges me on, filling me with borderline desperation. I remove my hand from the back of her head and grab her behind her thighs, lifting her. Those long, sexy legs automatically wrap around my hips, the skirt of her dress riding up, exposing her slender thighs.
I want to touch. To look. I don’t know where to start first. Removing my mouth from hers, I back away a little, glancing down. The way her ass rests against the front of my trousers, her legs loosely linked around my hips, her sharp heels brushing against my ass.
Fuck, it’s too much. Not enough.
“Let’s go look at the view,” I tell her, my voice gruff, my thoughts chaotic.
She frowns, disappointment etched all over her pretty face. “But…”
“Come on.” I ease her to her feet and grab her hand, walking her over to the wall of windows that overlook the city.
She follows diligently, her breathing erratic, and we stop in the center of the windows, staring out at the twinkling lights of Manhattan spread out before us.
“There it is,” she murmurs. “Beautiful, right?”
I gaze at her, drinking her in. The gloss is completely gone from her lips and there’s high color in her cheeks. My hands in her hair have messed it up completely, and she’s fucking stunning. “Yes. Definitely.”
She catches me staring and I don’t look away. Fuck it. That’s my attitude tonight.
Fuck everything. I’m doing what I want.
And what I want—who I want—is Charlotte.
I let go of her hand and walk over to the right side of the window, pulling on the cord so the curtains slide all the way back, giving us an even better view. The Lancasters have owned a piece of this city for generations. The Constantines want their piece too.
Our merger is important. Life changing. It hasn’t hit me before, how our wedding is going to change things. Our lives, for one.