Dizziness hit me in waves. "Stop doing that," I said with very little conviction.
He laughed, then kissed me. "This is going to be our room," he said, dragging his lips across my jaw. "I like this room. And this bed."
"Me too," I whispered and tilted my head.
"Anything you want to change in here?" he asked, his mouth now working down the column of my neck.
My pulse pounded, and my ears rang with how hard my heart thundered. Did he really expect me to answer coherently when he was kissing me like that?
"Carpet," I finally managed to say.
Right now, the floor was the same hard wood as the walls. While there was an area rug that covered a large portion of the room, I wanted the entire floor covered with a soft, fluffy carpet.
Trent nipped at the mark on my neck, and my skin prickled seconds before a tsunami of heat rolled through my body. "What color?" he asked.
"Uh. . ."