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The sun was setting, and the orange and purple sky was reflected in the water below. When they finally hit the bottom of the mountain and drove through the forest, passing gas stations and hotels, Hannah reached over and put her hand on his knee.

“I can’t wait to get there. I saw the pictures of this room, and it is amazing. Big spa tub and extra-large shower, a fireplace, a king-size bed, and a private terrace that looks out over the beach.”

He took her hand and kissed her fingers. “I can’t wait, either.”

Hannah laced her fingers with his, and they drove the rest of the way to the hotel listening to the radio. Occasionally one of them would stroke their thumb across the other’s palm or the back of their hand. The ease in their affection was relaxing to Blake.

He pulled into the hotel and went to the trunk to gather their luggage.

“Here, I can get my stuff.”

“My woman does not carry her bag,” Blake growled playfully.

“Your woman has been carrying bags for many moons,” Hannah said mockingly. “Come on, you look like a pack mule lugging all that.”

Without waiting for him to hand her anything, she just took one of her bags from him.

“Dork.”

Blake wrapped his arms around her, his hands full of luggage, and held her back to his front. “It’s not nice to call me names.”

He nibbled the side of her neck, and he loved that she giggled and squirmed. “I’m so sorry.”

“As you should be.” He released her, and they walked into the hotel. While Hannah checked them in, he grabbed one of the luggage trollies. Honestly, Hannah packed as if they were taking a month’s vacation.

She came skipping over to him with two keys and led the way down the hall. She unlocked the door to their suite, and when they stepped inside, Blake’s jaw dropped.

“Wow, this is really nice.”

“I told you!” she said, flopping back on the bed. “They even put a bottle of champagne on the table.”

Blake didn’t care about the champagne; he was too distracted by Hannah, who’d rolled up onto her side and was rubbing the bed suggestively.

“Wanna feel how soft it is?”

Blake grinned, and pounced on top of her, lying flat against her. “Oh yes, so soft.”

Hannah was gasping with laughter and then crying, “Wait, I can’t breathe.”

Blake rolled off her, but before he could get too far, her arms snaked up around the back of his neck. “You don’t have to go that far.”

“I thought you wanted to get dinner. You told me after Pollock Pines that you were starving.”

“I am.” She kissed him and licked her lips. “You taste good, too.”

Blake’s cock stirred to life, and he shook his head. “If you keep that up, you’re not getting anything to eat until Sunday at checkout.”

“Hmm, is that a threat?”

“A promise.”

“Then I guess we better get out of here.” She escaped from his arms, and he leaned back on the bed with his arms folded behind his head, watching her.

“Has anyone ever told you you’re a tease?”

“All in good time, my man.” She picked up her tote and escaped into the bathroom, the lock clicking loudly.

Blake sighed and closed his eyes, listening to the sound of the water running and imagining Hannah’s naked body twisting under the spray as she washed all those lush curves.