I managed to reply to EVERY review from last chapter! *ignores the huge stack still left untended to*
As always, this isn't beta'd, so all the fuck up are mine, I freely own them. What I don't own, though, are the sexy men traipsing through my storyline. SM does and I envy her.
Chapter Thirty-Six
EPOV
Three more exits down the interstate, I found what I was looking for. Following the road signs, I pulled into the parking lot of a Sheraton. Carlisle was out of the car and waiting by the trunk before I turned off the engine. Stepping out of the car, I popped the trunk with the remote, while I tugged the hem of my shirt down to cover the questionable stain on my shorts. Carlisle joined me at the driver's side, both bags in his hand already. Tangling the fingers of his free hand in mine, he wrapped my arm around behind my back to pull me closer.
Pressed against him, our noses touching and eyes level, I saw nothing but love in his eyes. All-encompassing, consuming love. For me. Tilting his head, Carlisle captured my lips in a tender kiss, only deepening it when I slumped against him. Need took over, a blinding demand to get him naked and sweaty, the sooner the better. Pulling his bottom lip between my teeth, I nipped then soothed the skin with my moist tongue. He leaned into me, his barely concealed erection pressing into my groin, his moan muffled by our tangled tongues. My fingers twisted in the fabric at his waist, holding him flush against me.
"Get a room!" Our interlude was broken by a guest exiting the hotel.
"Excellent suggestion, I couldn't agree more," Carlisle replied, while I buried my flaming face in the crook of his neck.
We hadn't been this unrestrained since—forever. While neither of us had an issue with holding in hands or even sharing the occasional kiss in public, we'd never opted to be flamboyant about our relationship. The talking earlier had flipped a switch, one I didn't want to flip back anytime soon, if ever. Reluctantly, I let him step back, but kept our fingers interlocked when we entered the lobby.
The desk clerk, a pretty young girl in her early twenties, was busy checking in another guest, so we waited patiently a few feet away. Carlisle released my hand, ghosting his up my back until he reached my neck. Leaning into him, I savored the feel of his lithe fingers kneading the aching muscles.
"Mmmhhhmm, that feels nice," I hummed. "I can't wait to get you to our room and let you use those talented fingers elsewhere."
He chuckled low, nuzzling the side of my neck. "What, the demonstration in the car wasn't enough?"
My eyes opened, emerald meeting amber, electricity crackling between us. "Every day would never be enough," I murmured, offering another heart-felt kiss.
The delicate sound of a woman clearing her throat interrupted us.
"We really need a room," I whispered, smirking against Carlisle's mouth. His answering smile sent warmth cascading through me, curling my toes, then settling in the pit of my stomach.
Turning my attention to the clerk, I tugged him forward with me, while trying not to laugh at the dreamy expression on her face. Her muttered, "It's always the cute ones," carried across the empty lobby, causing Carlisle to duck his head to hide his mirth.
"Welcome to the Sheraton. How long will you be staying with us?" She plastered on a fake smile, her fingers already flying over the keyboard.
"Just one night please, and do you have any suites available?" he answered, pinching my arm when I started to protest. Leaning toward my ear, he whispered, "Just giving you more available surfaces to work with."
My nostrils flared, my eyes widening at the innuendo. Unable to breathe from the heat radiating from his lust-filled words, I looked away, my glance alighting on a small convenience store tucked into the opposite corner, near the elevators. Bumping Carlisle's shoulder with mine, I told him I'd be right back, then walked across the lobby.
Only a few small racks lined the walls of the little room, but I managed to find everything I needed, along with an armful of junk food. By the time I'd finished checking out; Carlisle had crossed the room to join me.
"What's in the bag?" He nodded toward the plastic sack knotted in my hand.
"Just some stuff, snacks for later if we get hungry," I offered, my answer deliberately vague.
After several futile attempts to peek in the bag on the elevator ride, Carlisle gave up, opting to pin me against the wall and kiss me into a stupor. When the elevator chimed, I followed him down the hall to our room. Stepping inside, I dropped the bag on the table in the small sitting area before walking over to the sliding door that divided off the sleeping area. Behind it I found a California King bed, illuminated by the moonlight flowing in through the opened curtains. I turned when I heard Carlisle call my name.
"Edward? Why the hell would you buy a can of Easy Cheese and not get a pack of crackers?" He looked up from the assortment of stuff he'd dumped out of the bag to find me leaning against the doorway. His eyebrow lifted in a questioning slant, an amused smile on his lips. "I can run back down and get some, if you're that hungry."
I took my time making a languid perusal of his body, taking in every delectable inch. Finally reaching his face, I met his puzzled gaze.
"Oh, I'm that hungry, but I had a much better idea of what to eat it off of."
For the non-Americans: Easy Cheese is a canned cheese with a nozzle on it, similar to those on canned whipped cream.
Got it? Good.