We step out onto the street, and I eagerly breathe in the night air. Only, it抯 far from clean and filled with cigarette smoke and God knows what else.
揇o you want to walk??
I shake my head. The hotel isn抰 far from here, but I don抰 feel like walking in my heels.
He quickly gets us a taxi, but the ride back takes forever thanks to traffic on The Strip. Walking might抳e been quicker but at least my feet aren抰 hurting.
The taxi finally reaches the hotel and Thayer pays for the ride. As we head inside, my stomach decides to grumble, reminding me I didn抰 eat much of my dinner, which is a shame because it was expensive.
揑抦 hungry.?Thayer glances down at me, his brows furrowed. 揝top frowning at me like that. You抮e going to get a wrinkle there.?I reach up and smooth down said wrinkle.
揑抣l order room service.?
揂re you taking me back to your room then, Mr. Holmes??
揧ep.?He pushes the button to the elevator, trying not to show his amusement.
揜emember that concert? You were so mad you had to share a bed with me.?I giggle at the memory.
揑 remember.?He says it in a way that makes me think he抯 thought about that night a lot.
揟hat抯 still one of the best nights of my life.?
揟hat抯 only because you think the lead singer dude looked right at you.?
I scoff, stepping onto the elevator. 揟hink? He very much did look at me. And don抰 act like you don抰 know his name.?
揗athias,?he sighs. 揑 also remember you telling me that night after he looked at you that you were going to marry him.?
揥hat can I say? I was overcome with lust.?My heart gives a soft lurch, realizing that I was making that statement to my actual future husband. Wow. 揗arry me,?I blurt out, his eyes widening in surprise, 搑ight now. We抮e in Vegas. That抯 what people do, right??
揑t might be, but we抮e not.?He leans against the elevator, crossing his arms over the wall of his chest.
揥hy not??I pout, the doors sliding open on his floor. I follow him out and down the hall.
揃ecause, you抮e drunk right now and that抯 the only reason I need.?
揑抦 tipsy, not drunk.?
揝alem,?he looks at me over his shoulder, 揹o I need to pull up the string of unintelligible texts you sent me??
揙kay, okay. Point taken. But I already agreed to marry you and I was perfectly sober then, so obviously I do want to marry you.?
He sighs, coming to a stop in front of a room. He unlocks the door and holds it open for me. 揧ou抮e not going to be able to convince me.?
揑 can be very persuasive.?
揝ure.?He shuts the door behind us. 揥hat do you want to eat??
揝omething greasy.?
He shakes his head, reaching for the room抯 phone to dial for room service.
揑抦 going to shower.?I start wiggling out of my dress.
His eyes watch me hungrily as the dress shimmies past my hips and lands on the floor. I抦 not wearing a bra, and even though I don抰 have a lot going on when it comes to the size of my breasts, you wouldn抰 be able to tell that the way he抯 looking at me.
With a smirk, I close the bathroom door and lock it.
He really thinks I抦 too drunk to know if I want to marry him or not?
I抦 pretty sure I would抳e married him at eighteen. At almost twenty-six is no different, if anything the feeling is stronger. I want the world to know that man belongs to me.
I shower, washing away the sweat that has stuck to my body from the night of dancing.
I use the hotel抯 shampoo and conditioner to wash my hair. It feels gross and sticky from being in the club. I stay beneath the warm spray longer than necessary, but it feels so nice I don抰 want to get out.
When my fingers start to prune, I decide enough is enough. My casted arm aches too from holding it out of the shower. Stepping out, I wrap my body in a fluffy towel. I run my fingers through my hair since I don抰 have a hairbrush. It抯 the best I can do if I don抰 want it to tangle.
There抯 a robe hanging on the back of the door. Dropping my towel, I slip it on and step into the room. Thayer lays stretched out on the bed; his feet crossed.
He looks over at me, eyes zeroed in on my robe.
揑 set a shirt out for you.?He points at a white cotton shirt on the bed.
揂ctually, it was nice meeting you and all, and thanks for letting me use your shower, but I抦 going to head back to my room. I have pajamas there.?
Those intense brown eyes narrow on me. 揘ice joke, Sunshine. Get in the bed.?
揙kay, but I don抰 need your shirt.?
I let the robe drop, his jaw dropping along with it. I love that every time he sees me naked, he looks at me like it抯 the first time.
I slip beneath the covers, pulling them up to my chin.
揑 don抰 think so,?he growls, yanking the covers down to reveal my breasts. He hums in approval, reaching to cup them.
揘o funny business. I started my period.?
揑 don抰 care.?He lowers his head, flicking his tongue over first one nipple then the other.
It抯 on the tip of my tongue to say that I do care, but when he does that it抯 impossible to speak.
My eyes close and I moan when he sucks on my breasts, my body arching up to meet his mouth. 揟hayer,?I pant his name. I don抰 know how it抯 possible, but I feel more turned on than ever before.
Unfortunately for me, we抮e interrupted when there抯 a knock on the door from room service. Thayer groans, his mouth leaving my breast. It抯 wet with his saliva and with the AC on it sends a shiver down my spine. He tosses the sheet over my body even though you can抰 see the bed from the door. He gets up, not at all bothered by his obvious erection and grabs the food.
I sit up, eager for my meal despite also being desperate for his touch.
He sets the tray of food down on the bed and swipes a bottle of water from the fridge, handing it to me.
揈at up,?he says lowly, 搚ou抮e going to need it.?
CHAPTER 47
SALEM
I wake the next morning, smiling at the sleeping man at my side. He抯 on his stomach, his arms curled around the pillow beneath his head. The sheet barely covers his body and I take him in hungrily.
He starts to stir, feeling me staring at him.
He slowly blinks his eyes open. 揥hat time is it??he asks, stifling a yawn.
I sit up, looking at the clock on his side of the bed. 揝even.?
We抳e only been asleep around two hours. I know that抯 going to suck later.
揊uck.?He rolls over onto his back. 揑 need to get to the airport.?
揙r we could change our flights and go back together??
揧ou want to change flights??He yawns again.
揇uh.?
He chuckles, reaching for his phone. 揕et me see if I can make this work.?It takes him a couple of minutes, but soon he declares, 揇one. We fly out at eleven.?
揋ood.?I roll over, laying my chin on his chest. 揟hat means you can marry me today.?
He looks at me in confusion. 揧ou seriously want to get married in Vegas? What about Seda and棓
I cover his mouth with my hand. 揑 want to marry you today. I don抰 want to go another day without calling you my husband. We can have a ceremony later, but Thayer, I抳e waited a long time to marry you and I just don抰 want to wait anymore even if that means marrying you in a drive-thru chapel.?
揂re you sure this is what you want??
揅ompletely.?
I don抰 tell Lauren what we抮e up to. This was her weekend, and I don抰 want to make it about me. I抦 sure she抣l want to strangle me later on when she finds out I didn抰 tell her, but for now, what she doesn抰 know won抰 hurt her.
After getting some clothes from my room, Thayer and I go shopping since neither of us has something wedding appropriate and I don抰 want to marry him in my usual shorts and tank top combo.