Her eyes widened with a muttered, “Uh-oh.”
“Open the door, you son of a bitch!” Jodi hissed as she cowered in front of their hotel door, holding onto the edges of the small pool towel with everything that she had.
She might be small, but the towels were small even for her and barely covered her. She’d discovered just how small they were when the bastard snatched her bikini off and ditched her naked ass in the pool as he’d sauntered away, smiling that smile that made her contemplate murder. It had taken her over thirty minutes to find the courage to jump out of that pool, race across the patio and grab a handful of the thinnest towels known to man and hide behind the dirty towel bin where she’d struggled to cover herself with the towels and failed.
She either ended up flashing her boobs or her ass, neither of which was appropriate for a stroll through the hotel lobby. It had taken her some time and a lot of luck, but she’d finally managed to cover her back and ass with one towel and drape another one in front of her by using her teeth and a lot of prayers and the promise of kicking Danny’s ass. Twenty minutes later, and a humiliating wait in the lobby, she finally managed to make it to the sixth floor.
“Tinkerbelle,” Danny said with that goddamn charming smile as he opened the door and gestured for her to come in.
She stormed inside, only pausing long enough to slam her foot down on his instep.
“Ow! What the hell was that for?” Danny demanded, so she did it again before she went into the bathroom, grabbed the door and slammed it shut in his face.
Truly afraid that she was going to end up killing him with her bare hands, she dropped the towels, stepped inside the shower, yanked the curtain closed and turned the shower on full blast. As she stood there, trembling while she waited for the water to heat up, she decided that it might be a good idea if she bunked with Marybeth for the rest of the trip to save herself the headache of trying to come up with that defense attorney fund.
“You still mad at me?” the bastard asked as he stepped into the shower and wrapped his arms around her.
“Yes.”
He chuckled as he kissed her shoulder. “Would it make you feel better if I told you that I stayed down there to keep an eye on you?”
“No.”
“What if I told you that I kept a middle-aged couple with three really annoying children from going in the pool?” Danny asked with another kiss.
“It might help,” she said with a sniff as she pointedly looked away.
“How about if I said that I was sorry?” he asked, pressing another kiss against her shoulder, this one lingering.
“You’d be lying,” Jodi said, licking her lips as she felt him tease the curve of her neck with the tip of his tongue.
He chuckled, but the sound was strained as he ran his hands over her stomach. “Do you want to finish what we started last night?” Danny asked, cupping her breasts with a soft groan as he gently nipped the spot just below her ear.
More than anything, but she didn’t want to stop this time. She didn’t want to settle for his mouth or his fingers. Even the idea of sitting on top of him and riding the underside of his cock left her unsatisfied. She wanted him. All of him this time. She was sick of taking things slowly, of testing every type of foreplay known to man only to end up lying in his arms, trembling and feeling oddly unsatisfied no matter how many times he’d made her scream his name.
“I don’t want to stop this time,” Jodi said, licking her lips as she waited for him to explain that it was important for them to wait.
It was a discussion that she was sick and tired of having. In the beginning, she’d understood and even appreciated his desire to take things slowly, but now, she thought she’d scream if she didn’t feel him sliding inside her. She waited for him to repeat the words that would leave her frustrated, but he just stood there, his lips pressed against her neck, his hands cupping her breasts and the part of him that she craved pressed against her back.
“Are you sure?” he asked softly after what felt like an eternity.
She took a deep breath and nodded. “Yes.”
“You’re positive?” Danny asked after a slight pause.
“Yes!” Jodi groaned, not sure how much more she was expected to take before she lost it.
“I see,” he murmured thoughtfully, pressing a kiss against the curve of her neck as his hands reflexively squeezed her breasts.
One minute, he was squeezing her breasts, standing right behind her, and the next…
“Where are you going?” Jodi asked, forced to slap her hand against the wall to stop herself from falling on her ass when he suddenly disappeared, taking his support with him.
“Shit! Shit! Shit!”
Curious to see what he was doing, Jodi grabbed hold of the shower curtain and pulled it open. She felt her brows arch in disbelief as she watched Danny stumble and trip around the small bathroom as he struggled to pull his jeans up on his wet legs.
“Shit!” he snapped as he tripped over his feet and fell face first in the small carpeted hallway, where he continued struggling to pull his pants up.
