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“Well, you’re in for a treat. You will get to see your tree from down below.”
Luke led the way with the bottle of wine in one hand, and Brit followed, the tray in hers. He went through the swinging kitchen door out into the hall where the elevator cage sat and waited for her to step inside. Closing the wrought iron gate, he pushed the button. The Inn had kept some of its original fixtures, and the elevator was a piece of history that guests often admired. It wasn’t until Kim took a sledgehammer to a barren wall in the hall that this beauty was unearthed.
With the gate closed, the elevator began its smooth but slow ascent.
Brit moved closer to the wrought iron, her eyes widening in delight. From this vantage point, the Christmas tree they had decorated together was fully visible, its lights twinkling like stars.
“It's beautiful,” she whispered, almost to herself.
He watched her, her expression one of childlike wonder, and felt a surge of contentment. “It is,” he agreed, though his gaze remained on her rather than the tree.
The elevator stopped on the second floor and Luke slid the iron gate across. Together they walked up the short flight of stairs to the West wing, where at the end of it was the Honeymoon Suite. “Can you get my card there?” she nodded towards the tray where she had set the master key card down.
“Sure.” He snagged it off the tray and swiped it in front of the lock. Opening the door, he held it wide, and fumbled for the light switch. Instead of the usual bedside lights coming alive, an eight-foot-tall Christmas tree lit the room with its soft twinkling lights.
“Oh,” Brit said, in awe as she walked in. “Kim said she was putting a tree up in here. I didn’t think she had gotten around to it yet.” Setting the tray on the bed, she walked over to the French doors and shoved the curtains aside. Night had fallen but that wasn’t what she was looking for, nor was it the snow, the soft flakes spiraling to the ground, making the world outside seem hushed. It was the huge tree in the backyard that she sought out. Dean had been decorating it with help from Ben the other day.
After turning the fireplace on, Luke joined her by the doors. “It looks like the inn will be ready in no time for the ball,” he murmured, breathing in her scent. “Are you still taking applications for your date?”
She turned to look at him and his arms snaked around her. He lightly clasped his hands behind her waist as she looked up at him. “As a matter of fact, I am,” she smiled, entwining her arms around his neck.
He nuzzled her forehead gently. “I can demonstrate my kissing abilities again if you like?”
The corners of her mouth curled upward in a smile. “Is that so? Well, it's a very competitive position,” she said, the warmth of his body against hers sending a delightful shiver down her spine.
He shot her a mischievous grin. His voice, low and husky, said, “I'm a very determined applicant.”
Their faces inches apart, the air charged with electricity that seemed to buzz around them, she pulled him closer. “Well, I'll need some references,” Brit whispered, her breath mingling with his.
“Oh, I have a few,” he assured her, his gaze dropping to her lips. “But I believe in demonstrating my qualifications firsthand.”
Before she could respond, Luke closed the distance between them. His lips met hers in a kiss that started tender and questioning, but it wasn't long before it deepened. His tongue tangled with hers as he backed his way towards the bed. He was giving her an out. At any time, she could break it off and he’d fall flat on his ass. But she didn't; she followed his lead, straight to the king-sized bed. When the back of his legs met it, he fell to the mattress, their mouths the only thing touching. As soon as she landed on him with a soft thud, he took her in his arms and rolled her onto her back. Leaning back, he looked into her eyes. “If at any time you want this to stop, just say so.”
Brit nodded. She knew he would never force her into doing anything she didn’t want. “I’m good, but thanks for that.”
He hovered above her, their gazes locked. “Just making sure,” he murmured, a smile playing on his lips. “Consent is key.”
Brit's heart swelled; his thoughtfulness was a godsend. “Understood,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “But don't stop. Your application is under... Seriously, oHoooo.”
He ground his hips against her and smiled. “How was that?”
Her tongue darted out and she licked her lips as she nodded rapidly. “That... That was good.”
Luke grinned, as he undid his jeans with one hand just before he nuzzled her neck. His lips scorched a path up to her ear and she thought she was going to go insane when he ran his tongue along it before tugging the lobe between his lips.
She wrapped her legs around his hips, a natural response to wanting him nearer and tugged his shirt up as his hands went to hers and stilled them. “Easy,” he murmured against her skin, his breath hot and teasing. “We've got all night,” he whispered with a chuckle, breaking away just enough to pull his shirt over his head with a fluid motion, tossing it aside.
With great effort she forced herself to relax and let him set the pace as his hands became deliberate. Taking hers in his, he slid them above her head, pulling her shirt off as he did, then gently pressed them onto the pillow.
He lifted his head to meet her gaze again, the intensity of his stare had her almost going over the edge. “Tell me what you want, Brit,” he said, his voice a deep timbre, rumbled against her breasts.
She took a deep breath. “You,” she whispered back. “I want you, Luke, inside me.”
Without a word, he bent his head, and his lips captured her nipple through the satiny material of her bra. Brit arched her back in response and begged him to take it off her. In one deft move, he slipped his hand beneath her and skillfully undid the clasp. Her breast burst forth and in one fluid move, he captured one rosy bud between his teeth. She cried out when his tongue danced across it as his fingers found her other nipple, rolling, and teasing it between his rough fingers until it puckered with arousal.
The sensations he was creating felt like molten hot lava coursing through her veins, and despite that it sent shivers over her body, settling deep within her core.
“Luke,” she gasped, her hands finding their way into his hair, urging him closer, her hips gyrating up to meet him.
