Page 115 of Come to Me

"If you make it to the hotel, I have a surefire hangover cure."

"And you tell me now?" I lean closer, soaking in the warmth of his body.

"Mhmm. And you'll definitely like it."

My head fills with all sorts of wonderful ideas, pushing out any memories of last night.

I press my lips against Luke's. They taste like Earl Grey tea and honey, and they're so soft and warm. This is all that matters.

* * *

My hangover shrinksinto a dull ache bouncing around my head, but I'm still not at 100 percent. It's late afternoon here, and the sun is high and bright. It bounces off the floor, filling the whole lobby with light.

The space is open. Hell, it's practically a courtyard. The warm, humid air sticks to my skin, and it's damn sweet. Some wonderful mix of salt and tropical fruit.

I sit in a cushy leather chair while Luke takes care of the check-in business. The ocean is only a few hundred feet away and it's a perfect, crystal blue. Everything is decorated in bright colors. The chairs are teal and orange. The desks are a vibrant gold.

Luke sits next to me. He runs his hands along my cheek. His touch is delicate, and there's such a sweetness to it. All I want to do is close my eyes and melt into him.

"You ready to see our room?" he asks.

I nod. He takes my hands and pulls me out of the chair. I stumble, ever so slightly, landing in his arms.

Fuck it. I press my eyes closed and soak in the feeling of his body around mine. This is perfect. This is everything.

I pull back, steadying myself and taking his hand. He leads me to the elevator. There's already a car on this floor, and it's only ours. I step inside, leaning against the railing for support.

His hand is still on mine. "Our room is called a royal suite."

"What does that mean?"

He smiles. "It means it's amazing."

The elevator stops on our floor. Luke squeezes my hand and leads me down the hallway.

"Fuck, that window is really bright," he warns.

It is horrifyingly bright. I squeeze my eyes closed. Anything to keep from reactivating my hangover.

He laughs and helps me to the room.

"You can open your eyes now."

I do.

The roomisamazing. The furniture is a mix of bright and calm blues, but with the curtains drawn, the room is dim enough to bear.

Luke lays me on the bed and brings me a cup of water. He laughs as I squint at him with what must be a look of utter agony.

"You're cute when you're miserable," he teases.

"You would know."

I feel his hands on my hips. They're unzipping me.

"Don't get any ideas," he orders as he lifts my ass and pulls my jeans to my feet.

I still have all sorts of ideas.