Chapter Twenty-Seven

Callie handed over a bunch of bills, catching her reflection in the shine off the large reception counter of the Plaza. “Two nights please, make it something good.”
The receptionist who looked like she could of easily have walked out from the pages of Style weekly smiled at them both. “I have the honeymoon suite available for both those nights, equipped with a king sized water bed and spa bath.”

Jon snorted beside her, “a waterbed? Are you kidding me? We’ll take that.”
Callie rolled her eyes but she saw the sparkle come back into his eyes so she nodded. “That sounds fine.”

“Names?” the receptionist asked professionally, not batting an eyelid if she had recognised who Jon was.

“Callie R-“

“Mr and Mrs Frank Sinatra,” Jon interrupted taking the lead from her.
The receptionist nodded clicking keys efficiently. “And will you be requiring a wakeup call tomorrow?”

Callie shook her head, “No, and we’ll be in house dining so a do not disturb would be gladly appreciated.”

“Yes ma’m” she typed in the details and handed Callie the key card along with instructions to get to their room. A young bellhop took their bags from them and would already probably already in their room from a secret passageway Callie decided. They always managed to get the bags to the room before you not matter how fast you tried to make it there.

When the lift doors pinged behind them, Jon scooped his arm around her shoulders. “A freakin waterbed and spa bath! Are you kidding me? This is awesome.”
Callie laughed and looked up to meet his gaze, “I just wanted you to have some fun – relaxing fun.”

Her heart jumped when he cupped her cheek and pressed his lips squarely against hers in an honest no nonsense kiss. “Thank you, I’m gonna be saying that a lot I think.”
She flicked back a wild tuff of his hair that tickled her jaw.

“Thank Mr Callaghan, not me –“

His eyes fell to her lips again as he cupped her other cheek, and then rested back at her eyes. “I don’t want to thank Mr Callaghan like this.” This time his weight came at her, the lift railing pressed into her back as he sucked the life-force out of her. His tongue swiped through her mouth and his groin bumped into her belly. The lust in his eyes not only scared her, it excited her.

Callie wasn’t familiar with the spark that she associated with Jon, the tingle in her toes that spread quickly up her legs and burned in her belly. Previous men, usually hand picked from her father had been nice, some even great. But none ever made her want to leap out of her own skin like Jon did.

Her hands slipped up under his tee up to his chest, losing her fingers in the downy fur across his pecs. She rose onto her toes as his arms encircled her waist lifting her higher and dug her hands into his hair. The abrupt stop of the lift pulled them apart. She didn’t know what to expect by coming to Florida, if they’d pick up from where they’d left off back at home – what that even was she didn’t know. All she knew is that she was drawn to him again, with no explanation but to kiss him stupid.

She slotted the key card into the room number they were given and opened the door wide.

“Holy shit Cal!” Jon exclaimed busting past her to look around the suite that looked like it was fit for a king. Like a kid in a candy shop he yanked opened drawers, and swung open cupboards before taking a leap on the king sized waterbed that was centred in the room.

The room was regal and bold with heavy brass fittings hung from lightshades and curtain railings. Mirrors were framed in thick brushed gold steel, and curtains that draped ribbons of green and gold hung from the ceiling cinched at the waist with matching gold rope. Old aged polished wood stretched out on the dining tables, bedside and liquor cabinets giving the room an elegant and majestic feel.

Callie walked into the bathroom, which could have swallowed her living room whole at home, granite counter tops with brass taps and marble tiles spilled out in front of her leaving no expense to be spared. Pillars of towels which you just knew were going to be softer than silk towered high on the brass rack against the wall.

A spa bath that rivalled a small swimming pool sunk into the ground in the centre of the floor. “Wow, so this is what money can buy you.” She was used to seeing nice settings, her job often propelled her into the finest hotels for dinners and a conference, however staying at one with – him, was entirely a different kettle of fish.

She jumped when his arm snaked around her belly from behind, and his warm breath hovered across her ear.

“When I make it big, we’ll live like this every night. Just you wait girl.” His lips sucked on the side of her neck, and that burning feeling her belly threatened to rise up and consume her whole.

She twisted around, still locked firmly in his grip as their noses bumped together. “I might run a bath, my feet are killing me.”

His blue eyes sparkled and his lips twitched, “do you need someone to wash your back?”

Her heart skidded, and she nodded. No turning back now, she expected they’d be here for this, but she wanted him to want it as much as she did. Her nipples hardened as she became aroused, she wanted him to take her. Like he’d done that night at her place, take her and make her his – without question. It scared her she could love him, and probably she already did… the unlikely love story, that’s so what they were.

Jon leaned over past her and flicked on the big taps sending water tumbling into the tub and looked down at the rack of oils. “Um, what goes with what?” he asked picking up a couple of the tiny bottles.

“Not those two,” she grabbed the lavender one and the rifled through them until she found the camomile. “These two,” she added before popping the lids and pouring them in.

“I’m so gonna smell like a girl aren’t I?” he asked pulling off his tee and discarding it to the side before he started on his jeans.

She rolled her fingers back into her hand, as the urge to lose them in his chest grew strong. “A relaxed girl at least, these are the best oils. Mom used to use them with Dad all the time.” She fell silent, as the memory that resembled them actually being a family rose inside her. Things were so different now, god they were so different.

“Hey, no thinking about home now,” he took her hands in his and pressed his lips against his forehead. “Just like you wanted, away from the world for one night – right?” he tipped her chin so she met his gaze, and at that moment she could of melted right there on the marble.

“Right,” her hands slipped up his chest, resting at his shoulders with his hair scattered around them. This is what she wanted this to be, his chance to be away from the world to rest. She knew she’d done the right thing when she’d seen the lines as thick as record grooves that dug in under his eyes.

The bubbles started to pile up behind them so Callie carefully plucked his earrings out of his lobes dropping them on the counter, she held out his wrists and slipped the silver bangles right off them along with his rings. She moved behind him and shifted his hair out of the way over his shoulder and unclasped the multitudes of chains that hung there.

He chuckled when she pooled them in a pile on the counter. “You want me naked naked huh?” he asked cocking his brow.

All that was left was his half unbuttoned jeans as she rounded him until she was facing him. “Naked, naked…completely away from what’s making you tired,” she confirmed as her gaze fell to his open jeans and then back to his.

“Wait,” he grabbed her wrists when she grabbed the sides of his jeans and kicked off the tap behind them as the water had crept up against the brim.

He cupped her cheeks and pressed his lips against hers. “I can’t be the only one here naked.” He lifted her sweater high up over her head, leaving her standing there in her ivory lace cups.

With his index finger he traced along the scalloped edge of lace, “pretty” he murmured as she felt her skin start to pin prick. She sucked in her breath as the tip of his finger flicked aaginst her nipple.

“Oh god,” she whispered. But he stopped, he removed her jewellery piece by piece and lined it up beside his on the granite counter tops. Jon reached around behind her and flicked the clasp open letting her breasts tumble free much to the delight in his eyes.

“Much better,” he smirked as he lifted her up to a seating position on the counter. Wrapping her legs around his waist he dragged her in close losing his hands in her hair, angling the kiss deeper. She hissed as her sensitive tips grazed along the thickness of his chest hair.

She groaned into his kiss as his mouth left hers, finding the side of her neck. She arched back giving him full access as he kissed his way to her breasts. She ached for him to take her all over again, but this time she wanted more. She couldn’t explain the ridiculous force that was dragging her under with him. All she knew was she needed him.

Callie clutched his hair as his hot destructive mouth found her rosy tip. Her eyes closed and rolled into the back of her head as she let the floating sensation take over. Nothing in this moment seemed to matter except what he was doing with that god damned mouth.

With a pop he switched to the other side, paying as much attention to that breast as the other. She gasped when two fingers plunged inside her, how the hell did that happen? All the while he was keeping her busy with his mouth, she’d failed to notice one sly hand slide up her thigh and past her silk.

His thumb wedged against her knot as she began to grind against his hand. The sensation burning in her belly had ignited her soul as she let go to the man that was destroying her from the inside out.

The orgasm punched through her fast and loud, as his name echoed through the bathroom. Callie finally opened her eyes expecting to see stars dancing around but only saw blue eyes, accompanied by the heavy scent of lavender.

“Time for a bath?” he asked her, the small quirk on his lips inching to the right.
She was shattered, and being held up only by his hand splayed under her so all she could manage was a nod. He tugged at her jeans and then lost his own, before he scooped her up and took careful steps into the foaming bath water below.

“Don’t you want to—“

But he pressed a finger against her lips and shook his head.

“We’ve got all night Callie. And I intend to use every minute of it.”