“Together?” His cock surged to life in his jeans again.
“Yep, you and me. Just a little bit of hanky panky before bedtime. What do you think?” She gave him a sassy wink and dropped her jeans, then stepped out of them. A string bikini panty curved along her hips and the triangle of fabric in the back seemed to hug her ass more than cover it. It was a glorious sight.
“I think that is a splendid idea,” Griffin murmured, following her into the bathroom.
The bathroom in his suite was almost as large as her room. He had an enormous sunken jetted tub and a stonework shower that swallowed a great deal of the floor. He watched Maylee pad into the room, stripping off her shirt and revealing a plain beige bra that turned him on more than any lacy undergarment he’d ever seen. “You have towels, Griff?”
“Somewhere.” He wasn’t leaving this room, not while she was taking off her clothing.
She went to the counter where his soaps and shampoos were kept in a dainty basket, picked one up, and sniffed it. “Yours are different than mine. Have you been taking the extras every day?”
“Extras?”
“You know, they replace them every morning with new ones. You’re supposed to hide them if you don’t use them so you get new ones every day.”
He frowned. “Isn’t that a bit like stealing?”
“Nope. The hotel expects you to do that.” She wagged her finger at him. “I need you to start hiding the bottles every morning if you don’t use them. And the soaps. For me.”
“I can buy you soaps—”
“It’s not the same as a free hotel score,” she teased him. And she began to unhook her bra.
“I can’t believe we’re having a discussion about purloining hotel soaps while you’re getting naked,” he murmured, fascinated by her casual stripping.
She paused just as she unclasped her bra. “You’re right. You should be getting naked, too.” She let the loose bra hang on her shoulders as she approached him, a mischievous look on her face. Maylee’s hands went to his zipper and she rubbed him through his jeans. “Seems like someone’s mind is on something other than showering.”
He groaned. God, she was forward with a little confidence. He loved it. Hell, he wished he’d dragged her into his bed a week ago. “You’re a vixen.”
“Maybe,” she teased, and rubbed his cock again. “Maybe I’m just encouraging you to get out of these clothes so you can come scrub my back.”
“Is that all you want from me is a back scrub?”
“Depends on how good you are at it,” she said, and her hands went to his shirt, tugging at the hem.
“I’m the best damn back-scrubber you’ve ever met, then.” Griffin grabbed her hands in his and pulled her against him. She tilted her face up to meet him just as he leaned in to kiss her, and their lips met. Once again, he was stunned at how good it was to kiss Maylee. How her lips and tongue melded to his and those soft noises she made when he kissed her. He loved all of it. His hands stroked up and down her bare back, and then he tugged at the loose bra on her shoulders.
She shimmied out of it and then pulled away from him, breathless, those wild curls haloing her face. Her breasts gave a little bounce as she straightened, and he was fascinated by them. They were every bit as gorgeous as he’d pictured them. Her breasts were full, the curves rounded. A small pale pink nipple tipped each one, and he couldn’t help himself; he reached out and brushed the backs of his fingers over it. “You’re lovely.”
Maylee whimpered in her throat and tugged at his neck, dragging him back against her. “Kiss me again.”
He did, his tongue stroking into her mouth boldly even as he put both hands on her breasts and cupped and kneaded them as he kissed her. She moaned with pleasure, and he felt her breasts push against his hands as if begging for more. “I love touching you,” he whispered against her mouth.
“We’re never going to make it to the shower at this rate,” she warned him, her eyes full with desire.
“Oh, we will,” he said, and ran his thumb over the tip of one nipple, delighting in her shiver of response. “The only thing better than seeing these gorgeous breasts is the thought of seeing these gorgeous breasts wet and heaving.”
“I want to see you naked, too.”
He grinned at her and tugged his glasses off, placing them down on the counter. Griffin pulled off his shirt, pleased at her admiring glances and the way she reached for him. It was gratifying to know she wanted him as much as he wanted her.