Mind and body fighting each other, he clung to the countertop, its rough underside scratching his fingertips. The pain acted as a poor distraction from the sexual wanting nearly overpowering him.
“I'm not a virgin this time,” Beth whispered. “Your honor isn't in question.” She walked to him, swaying only a bit, and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her lips covered his with hungry little kisses. “Turn off the shower.”
Conflicted beyond reasoning, Hank wanted to scream out in frustration. Her tight body pressed against his, her fingers were running through his hair. When she curled one lean leg around his hip, her heel touching the small of his back and the heat from her lace-covered pussy warming his cock that strained against his zipper, his self-control shattered.
Ignoring the running shower, he lifted her up so both of her legs wrapped around his waist.
Murmuring her approval, she nipped his earlobe then sucked it before trailing kisses down his neck. “Bed now, Hank, or I'm going to fuck you against that cold shower door.”
That wouldn't do. He wanted space to spread her long, flexible legs to better taste her slick center. That would be only the beginning. He planned on spending the hours until dawn making her toes curl. Repeatedly.
Surrendering to the madness, he strode out of the bathroom carrying her toward the bed on the opposite side of the room. They made it as far as the chaise lounge. He sat down on the edge and Beth's legs came down from around his waist.
On her knees astride him, she raised herself up until her tits filled his line of sight. “Touch me, Hank.”
He dragged a finger across the lace of her black bra, male pride ballooning as her nipples tightened beneath the sheer material. His fingers itched to stroke those nubs, but he held back. “Where do you want me to touch you?”
Her answer was to move so her taut nipple was only a hairsbreadth from his hungry mouth. “My nipples. Pull on them.”
Pushing down the dark straps until her bare breasts were freed, he took a brown nipple in his mouth, sucking it lightly, wary of hurting her delicate skin. He pulled away to lick from the nub to the outside of her dark areola and she shuddered in his arms.
Her fingers dug into the muscles in his shoulders. “Harder.”
Fuck. His tight balls straddled the pleasure/pain tightrope. Her half groan, half plea almost sent him over the edge into oblivion. Fighting to regain some control, he took a deep breath, inhaling vanilla mixed with her own musky scent. As he tugged on one nipple with his teeth, he grasped the other between two fingers, rolling it counterclockwise.
“Yes.” She moaned the word into the darkness and ground her body against him. “Fuck, that's good.”
Damn straight it was. Every part of him felt electric. His body was strung tighter than a bow, hard everywhere. He needed release in her soft body.
Letting go of her nipples, he turned his face up to hers and their mouths met. Her sweet tongue curled around his as he deepened the kiss. Palming her ass, he kept her anchored to his erection as they devoured each other. Pleasure spiraled upward when she rubbed her wet core against him. He wanted her more than he'd ever wanted anyone in his life.
Finally, he admitted to himself that he'd been waiting since that summer night to touch her, to feel her pussy clench around his cock as she orgasmed.
Shooting up from the chaise lounge, he carried her to the bed, again knocking his shins against the bed frame, but the pain barely registered. He turned and sat on the bed before falling back with Beth on top of him. Her lips never left his but it seemed as if her hands were everywhere, as were his. Rubbing. Caressing. Stroking. Unable to take it any longer, he rolled her off of him and stood up.
Beth stared at him with hooded eyes that promised sexual nirvana beyond all expectations. Driven by a primal need, he pulled his shirt over his head, buttons flying across the room, and flipped off his black dress shoes. Looking down, he unbuttoned his slacks and let them fall the floor. Thumbs hooked in his boxer's waistband, he glanced up.
Beth was curled onto her side, eyes closed, breathing deeply.
Aching with need, Hank stared. Everything about her that had been tense with want had softened and become pliant. He sat down beside her on the bed and stroked her smooth hair. It was as soft as he'd imagined.
The realization of what he'd almost done washed over him. Shame and regret settled in his stomach like a weight. Where had his honor been? She'd saved them this time. How could he have considered having sex with Beth when she’d drunk so much? He wanted to kick himself for what he'd almost done. Instead, he covered Beth with the comforter, tucking a corner underneath her chin, and got up from the bed.
She snuggled deeper into the fluffy whiteness. “Love you, baby. I always have.” A slight smile curled her kiss-swollen lips.
Yeah, she loved him all right. Tonight she loved him, champagne and tacky wedding chapels. In the morning she’d be hard-pressed to decide which one she hated more.
Hank plucked his clothes from the floor and flung them into a nearby chair. He rescued damsels in distress, as Webster had said earlier tonight. Ha. From the looks of things, they needed to be rescued from him.
Pissed off at himself, he marched to the bathroom and the waiting cold shower.
Chapter Twelve
Beth, eyelids still sleep-heavy, burrowed into the heavy warmth wrapped around her. She'd never slept so well in her whole life. She'd dreamed of getting a massage in the middle of a sultry island paradise. Lots of palm trees, a soft breeze and warm hands all over her body. She had to figure out what kind of mattress this was so she could order one for home.
Five more minutes of snooze time, then it was on to the shower and another day of estate law seminars. She rolled over onto her stomach, only to be pulled back onto her side and dragged against the source of all the toasty heat.
Her eyes snapped open and fear lodged in her throat. This wasn't her hotel room.