A Night to remember : Book 3

Chapter 22

"Are you out of your mind?"

I reached immediately for her hand; clasping their clammy coolness in mine and walked with her across the busy lobby towards the elevators. I felt as if I was slowly losing my sanity.

One she tested. I should have known better. I was a fool to think that my beautiful wife would listen to me. It seems like I haven't learned a damn thing when it came to Kira Malone Winthrop- Chase and her stubborn willful ways.

She was the definition of defiance incarnate and it boiled my blood to no end. But when she does it, my mind just goes back to when I went away to Tokyo. I have only been away for 3 days here in Vegas for the convention, and she wanted to come. The request was odd coming from her and I did not know why. My answer was "No" because she needed to rest. Besides I wasn't going to be gone for long.

But it seemed like my answer did not sit well with her. The flicker of hope in her gaze immediately dimmed in her beautiful eyes, but I brushed it off just like that. I shouldn't have. I should have foreseen the telltale sign of mischief brewing in the dark honeyed depths of those eyes.

A hunger for her gripped me the moment she walked into the lobby where I stood talking with a couple of executives from the convention. Sexy as sin as she will ever be, she appeared in a beautiful flowing short skirt, a mouthwatering top and heals on slender gorgeous caramel legs. A true apparition of temptation in the flesh and she was turning heads in the process.

The packed elevator took its freaking slow time getting to the 17th floor. The air in the closed space and silence going up was tense; her cool clammy hands in mine that began to fidget had me aware more than anything of her standing beside me. My stern glare her way made her stop until they lay firm and steady in my grasp.

The loud ding and swift movements of those stepping off had me gripping her hands tight as I pulled her through and walked swiftly down the quiet corridor towards my suite. Her strides slowed down as she mumbled breathlessly behind me in protest to stop.

She stumbled into me and looked up into my eyes. Perplexed and flustered with a hint of jet-lag and agitation stared back at me. It was evident then that she flew all this way with not a drop of Dramamine in her system which said a lot. And that knowledge brought on another sensation within me. The fact that she would risk her health flying all this way upset me more.

"Walk or I carry you," I warned her.

She refused to move. The urge to pick her up and throw her over my shoulder was so strong as the defiant flare in her gaze burned into mine. So I went with it. With a gasp, my mild-mannered wife, quiet with a shy temperament; fought in my hold.

"Put me down, Max," she pummeled my back.

Light as a feather, I balanced her gently on my shoulder careful not to jostle her as I pulled out my key card and opened the door. I walked in quickly and kicked it shut then walked over to the large bed, lowered her gently in the middle and covered her quickly with my body before she struggled to get away.

"Stop it!" I pulled her arms above her head and held her there until she slowly calmed to soft breaths.

The moonlit glow and night view from the large windows cast the room in enough light for me to see her eyes slowly fill with tears. Nothing around me mattered, just her presence as she lay silently beneath me.

"Why would you do this?" I tightened my grip a bit that gained her attention.

She said nothing but lifted her gaze to mine.

She lowered her gaze and sniffled. The sound of it pulled at my heart.

We stayed this way for some time until my grip loosened a little on her and I raised my fingers to tilt her chin up to look at me.