Chapter Twenty-Three
Travis gave a low whistle as Elaine turned once for him, silk chiffon swirling around her legs. Dottie was right, the dress Emmaline created made her feel like a princess. “You look incredible.” He pushed off the bed and came to stand before her, skimming his hands down her arms. “I want to peel this back off you.”
She shivered the sexy burr in his voice, offering her mouth for a kiss. “We’ll miss dinner if we start again.” They were already running late, but they’d had to take advantage of being alone in the suite.
“Fine with me,” he growled into her neck, tongue darting across her collarbone. “We can order room service.”
She giggled pushing at his chest. “Weston is going to have a heart attack if we’re any later.”
Travis shrugged into his jacket while she fixed
