“Summer!” Cursing, I enter the water. This is dangerous for her, and the fact that she doesn’t realize it tells me exactly how drunk she is. I chase her through the water for a good few minutes, pulling her up straight against me when I find her.
“Summer, we need to get out of the water. It’s a dangerous place to be when you’re drunk.”
She purses her pretty lips, looking up at me with wide, innocent eyes. “I thought it might wake me up.”
She’s the happy-drunk type, which is a relief. It’s much more difficult to look after a drunk who’s crying their heart out.
“It won’t. Come on, you’re all wet.”
“So are you.”
Yeah, but I’m not the one who’ll need help changing into dry clothes.
“Come on, baby, let’s get you in your room.”
Before she can escape again, I hook an arm around her waist, the other under her knees, lifting her up in my arms.
“Mmm, this is nice.” She rests her head on my chest, and I’m already on shore when I realize she’s undoing my shirt buttons.
“Summer, stop that.”
I look down to her at the same time she looks up, and the heat in her expression sends a jolt straight below my belt. I’m not just toast, I’m skewered. Instinctively, I look around. Even if someone were to snap a pic of us, there wouldn’t be much to see. The waterfront is dark, the only light source is the bonfire in the distance.
“Skin-on-skin contact will help us warm up,” she purrs. I cross the resort with quick strides, but she’s quicker, undoing all the buttons until I reach her room.
“I need your keycard,” I say. She stops in the act of reaching for my belt.
“It’s in my front pocket. Unless I lost it in the water.”
I put her back down and reach into her pocket because she’s too busy figuring out how to undo my belt. Fucking hell, I need to get her to bed and get out of here!
“Here it is.”
I swipe the card, push open the door and guide Summer inside. She sways dangerously, and I grip her waist from behind, steadying her. She sags against me, her butt pressing against my cock, which is semihard already. “Summer, you need to change into some dry clothes. I’ll bring your clothes. What do you sleep in?”
She grinds her ass a little, whispering, “I sleep naked.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. My semi turns into a raging hard-on. I have to get out of here, right now. Summer’s too far gone to know what she’s doing, but I’m not. But if I leave before she changes, there’s a good chance she’ll fall asleep in her wet clothes, and she’ll be sick tomorrow.
“I’ll bring you a robe. You need to dry off before climbing into your bed.”
I button up my shirt on the way to her bathroom. The robe hangs on the back of the door.
“Ouch, ouch, ouch!”
I hurry back, finding her beside her bed, trying to take off her shirt. Her arms are raised, her head bent at a weird angle, everything entangled in her shirt. All blood pours south when I realize she’s buck naked from the waist down. Her skirt and panties are lying in the center of the room. Her ass is perfect, small and perky.
And when she turns around, gasping, “Alex, I forgot you’re here,” my brain turns blank.
Her pussy is waxed clean, except for a thin strip on the center. The need to bury my head between her legs and kiss her until she explodes on my tongue slams into me. I pull on every ounce of self-control, raising my gaze to the entangled mess of limbs and fabric. Crossing the room, I hold the robe in one hand and disentangle her with the other, throwing the shirt on the floor. She’s not wearing a bra, and her breasts are even more enticing than her ass, just as small and perky. I cover her with the robe, rubbing my palms up and down her arms to dry her off. Her eyes are heavy with lust but unfocused from the alcohol. I need to remember this. That she’d never do this if she were sober. But now I have the image of her sweet naked body imprinted in my mind.
“I feel a bit cold.”
A hot shower would help, but I don’t trust her not to break her neck, and I don’t trust myself to help her shower.
“You’ll warm up as soon as you’re under the covers. I promise.”
“Aren’t you cold? You’re still wearing all these wet clothes. And you buttoned your shirt back. Oh, you threw away all my hard work.”