Page 64 of That Last Secret
Emiline nods but remains silent.
It stays that way for the rest of the five-minute drive to the hotel, only increasing the tension floating in the air between us.
We exit the taxi and check in individually at the front desk. Once inside the elevator, I hit the button for the tenth floor.
“Look at that.” She laughs. “How the hell did we end up on the same floor when only a quarter of the hotel was booked?”
“How do you even know that?”
“I asked.” She shrugs when the elevator door closes.
Being in this confined space with her makes me want to claim her right here.
Slide that dress up and confirm she wants it as bad as I do.
It feels like she wants to say something. Hell,Iwant to say something, but I don’t even know where to start.
All I know is that it’s taking everything in me not to touch her how I want.
The elevator chimes, and we both exit.
“I’m 1002,” she says as we make our way down the hall.
I look down at my little envelope that holds the key card to my room. “I’m 1004.”
Emiline doesn’t reply but smiles down at her card. We continue walking down the hallway until we reach our rooms. She stands in front of her door, and I stand in front of mine.
Fuck, I want to reach out and drag her into my room, but my head is saying don’t do it.
She pauses, staring at the handle as if she’s going through the same conflicting feelings. My eyes trail to the card held between her fingers, which she’s tapping on her opposite hand, deep in thought.
She suddenly snaps out of her daze and unlocks her room.
“Good night, Logan,” she whispers before pushing the door open and allowing it to close behind her, not even allowing me a chance to respond.
I enter my room feeling more frustrated than ever, ripping off my suit jacket and tie before tossing it on the bed. The feeling intensifies when I unbutton the first few buttons of my dress shirt and continue pacing the small room.
Emiline was right when she told me a while ago that I’m so hot and so cold with her. I can feel exactly what she’s talking about.
What if we both gave in to this feeling between us?
Just as the idea enters my mind, I hear a knock on the door that separates our two rooms. I stare at it for a few beats before taking a few steps, pausing only for a moment before finally opening it.
Emiline stands there, still in her bridesmaid dress, with her hands resting on the door frame. Her face is hard to read, but I can see her chest rising and falling as if she’s been doing the same thing I’ve been doing over here.
Pacing the room in turmoil over these feelings.
“Logan,” she whispers, her eyes still glued to the ground. The way she just said my name feels like it took everything in her just to say it.
I take tentative steps toward her, but she still doesn’t look up to meet my gaze. So I take her chin between my pointer finger and thumb, urging her to look at me and tell me what’s wrong, to let my eyes transpire the words I’m too afraid to say.
The moment her doe eyes finally look up at me, all the restraint I’ve been holding on to breaks.
My fingers still grip her chin as I lean in without another thought and finally,fuckingfinally press my lips to hers.
Her hands immediately leave the door frame, and she grips the sides of my dress shirt to bring me closer like this kiss is a lifeline for her. The feel of her soft lips on mine erases every single thought in my mind other than the way it feels to kiss her.
It feels like the sweetest sin, but one I would gladly repeat over and over again. It feels like I’ve been waiting forever for this moment with her.