Those stupid images swirled through her mind again. “Well, I do remember…something.”
“What do you remember?” His eyes grew mischievous.
“You…me…and a wall. And that whole naked thing.Mostly images.”
“You asked me to help you get ready for bed. You were a little tipsy so I figured I’d better.”
“And you put me in bed naked? You didn’t think to check for pajamas?”
“You didn’t really let me. You had other thingson your mind.”
Heat crawled up her body, rushing through her cheeks. “There are a few other memories slipping in.”
“Like?” He pulled her hips so she stood in the V of his legs. Damn towelwas in the way.
His nose nuzzled in the neckline of her blouse causing her nipples to harden. Shit, why was her reaction to himthis powerful?
Averting her gaze, she shrugged. “Nothing important.”
Flicking open one of her buttons, he whispered, “Like sucking your nipples. Do youremember that?”
God, yes, she did.
“My face in your ass, licking your luxurious skin?”
A tiny noise squeaked from her mouth before she could stifle it. So that hadn’t been her imagination.
A few more buttons came undone. She was powerless to stop him, not with the memories of what they’d done, what he’d done, flashing like a porn flick across her vision.
“And the highlight of my night.” His hands crept up her thighs, slipping under her skirt to tease the edges of her panties. “My head between your legs. Mmm.”
“I’d had toomuch to drink.”
“Yes, you did, but you also insisted on a happy ending. Quite adamant about it. Iaim to please.”
How could she get herself in such a predicament as to not fully remember that? Or even allow it to happen. Hercheeks burned.
“A gentleman wouldn’t have mentioned that.”
“You brought up the subject and, let’s face it, who ever said I was a gentleman?” He proved this by stroking his tongue up her collarbone then down into her cleavage while his fingers clenched on her ass.
Pushing at his shoulders, she made a half-hearted attempt to move away.
“You’re not drunk now,” he pointed out. “Or asleep. Care to try again, this time with all your faculties intact?”
“No, I’m not drunk, which means I have more sense about me.” She pushed away with more strength and conviction this time.
Sighing, he stood up, his towel dangling low on his narrow hips. Her willpower was slipping.
“Yes, you do. More’s the pity. Let me get dressed. I’ll make us some dinner.”
“You don’t have to,” she objected. Getting away from him would be the smart thing to do right now.
“Let me repay you for the nursing services. It’s the least I can do.”
She nodded not sure she had the strength to do anything else. Except watch him walk toward his bedroom, his sculpted back ensuring she couldn’t look away. He pulled the towel off before he shut his door. Shivers racked her body at the amazing muscles of his backside. Slumping into the chair he’d vacated, her thoughts went back to what he’d said. About not being a gentleman. Bullshit. Apparently she’d been all over him. She knew her reaction to him and she had no doubt with that much wine in her, she’d done some stupid shit. But aside from pleasuring her, he hadn’t done anything for himself. She’d been totally drunk. He could easily have taken advantage of herand he hadn’t.
The truth was, in absolutely every way, he was a gentleman. And that just made herwant him more.
