The moment he suggested bed Donny swallowed deeply, her mind racing through the possibilities that would present. Only problem, they weren't there and Mitch was suggesting she go alone. "Bed is too far," she said as she licked her lips, feeling almost entirely focused on him.
She couldn't take her eyes off him, or stop herself from touching him, even when she saw the look in Mitch's eye that told her he was on high alert. Donny knew something was amiss here, but with his t-shirt in tatters it was a matter of a moment before her hands were running over his abs, exploring the planes of his muscles with apt appreciation.
"You too, huh?" she said with a smile at his words, feeling the sudden change in Mitch's posture even before he pulled her in to the clinch. Donny kissed him roughly, hungry to taste him as her leg raised and slid behind him to hold him tightly to her. She'd felt desire before, but not like this. Not at the expense of her training and though she knew the hotel was fucking with them, she didn't mind or care. Not that they were in the kitchen, where anyone could walk in, or that they were crushed together to hard there were barely atoms between their bodies. None of it mattered.