And it’s like my whole body has turned to liquid lava, running straight through me. Her touch makes my breath hitch. “Monterey,” I say, grabbing the glass of water from the bartender, half-tempted to throw it over my head to cool off. “You can’t be going and laying your hands on me.”
“Why not? You seem to love to put your hands on me,” she purrs.
This is going to be a long hard night. No pun intended. Fighting off Monterey because I respect her way too much to let myself touch her when she’s drunk. It’ll most likely be one of the hardest things I do in my whole life. And I do mean... hard.
“Take a drink.” I hand her the glass of water, helping her get the straw lined up to her mouth.
She fights me at every turn, pushing the drink away. “I only want you, Danger.” The way she exaggerates my name tells me she needs to be put to bed.
I throw a few bills for the bartender for her time, and lug Monterey with me to the elevators.
“Here’s to the happy couple,” Thad says from behind us.
I spin around with Monterey still plugged away at my side. “Thanks, Thad.” Now it’s my turn to exaggerate names. “But as you can see, I need to get my girl to bed.”
“Ah, a little too much champagne, huh?” He studies Monterey like he’s inspecting a turbo inlet on a new Indy car. “She never could hold her alcohol.”
“Yeah.” I pound the button for the elevator a few more times as Monterey grows heavy in my arms.
The elevator opens, and I hope to fucking god Thad doesn’t follow us inside. I step with Monterey, and he doesn’t follow us through.
“She’s a sloppy fuck when she’s drunk,” Thad says right as the doors slam shut.
I lurch forward, and if it hadn’t been for the doors, I’d have pummeled his face right in. Every bone in my body buzzes with the need to punch something.
The monster comes alive.
I won’t let it rear its ugly head when Monterey is in need of my care.
The elevator stops at our floor and I get her safely into the room and onto the bed. She passes out as soon as her head hits the pillow, and I’m half-tempted to rush right back out and find Thad and show him what my fist looks like up close. A few times.
But I remember how much Monterey and Luther are depending on me to do the right thing.
“Danger,” Monterey’s soft voice calls out. “Come here.”
I need to walk the straight and arrow, and even though I want to smash Thad’s face in, I won’t let him goad me into doing something I know I shouldn’t do. Like causing a scene.
Instead, I rush over to Monterey and remove her shoes.
“Lie with me.” She holds her arms out and her eyes are devoid of anything. Like she could be calling out to whoever is in the room, not just me.
I know if she were sober, things would be different. But yet, I can’t deny her. I can’t say no to her.
I lay on the bed on my back, wrapping her into my arms.
But, she’s feisty, and moves on top of me to where she’s straddling me, rocking her body back and forth over my thickening cock. “I need you right now, Danger.”
Fuck. How am I supposed to turn her away?
“Baby, I need you to go to bed right now.”
She runs the tip of her nose across my neck and it tickles the skin there. “No, I want you to have your way with me.”
My shaft grows harder, my body going from zero to sixty in an instant. My heart pistons in my chest, and I try to breathe through my nose and out my mouth to calm the fuck down. The similarity between racing and sex is horsepower, and it matters when you know how to use it. And I’m hung like a horse with a power unlike any other.
My core temperature is through the roof, and I don’t think anything will cool me off tonight. I could take the coldest of showers and it would do no good.
She rocks her body again, rubbing her heat over my hardness, and I think for one second I wish there were no clothes between us. There’s nothing more I want than to fuck the hell out of this woman. She’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever known, hands down.
But I can’t.
Even if she were sober I still couldn’t go there with her. Sure, I like to push her limits, test her resolve, take pretending this thing is real a bit too far. But, I can’t really act on these urges.
These primal fucking urges.
She rocks against me one more time, and I close my eyes, allowing myself to get lost in the lust for one second.