“More than you know.” His face nuzzled the curve of her neck placing small soft kisses along her collarbone.
“You said I’d have to make the first move,” she whispered, tilting her head back giving him more room.
“Yes, darling, I did,” he whispered softly brushing his lips against the soft skin of her neck and she gasped again.
One of his hands curved to the small of her back as the other moved up cupping her head. He tilted his to capture her mouth fully, hard, opening his mouth wide and thrusting his tongue between her full lips. She moaned against him as her hands continued to explore the hard muscular contours of his body. His mouth felt amazing on her flesh. His tongue tantalized the contours of her lips, her mouth, and skillfully worked her own. She moaned.
“Enough,” he said gently pulling her back from him.
She was breathing hard as their eyes met. She wanted more, much more. It was easy to see the desire in her expression, and he did.
“I can’t Tam. You’re too drunk. I would if it wasn’t your first time, but someone needs to set the boundaries here.”
She suddenly started to doubt herself, but he corrected her as soon as her expression changed to reflect that.
“Before you think it, this isn’t a rejection. I just don’t want you to wake up with regrets the next morning. I can’t have that on my conscience.”
Her eyes searched his and she slowly nodded. Unconsciously her tongue traced her bottom lip. He saw it and his breath hitched. He closed his eyes briefly to regain his composure. When he opened them, he was in control of his desires once more. “Besides darling, I want you to remembereverything.”
Didn’t he realize that it would be memorable no matter how drunk she was?
Neither one of them went to move her off his lap. After a long stretch she shifted, and his hand went to her thigh to stop her. Her eyes met his again.
“Stay.” He lifted his other hand and traced her cheek with two fingers. Then he pulled her against him moving her head to his shoulder. “I like the way you feel on me.”
“Me too,” she murmured into the curve of his neck.
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CHAPTER FOUR
The next day she woke in her own bed, alone. She vaguely remembered anything after the wedding the night before. She sat up and groaned bringing her hand to her forehead as if that would still the pulsing pain at her temples. She’d never been hung over a day in her life, but now she knew why. It was really awful. It felt like someone was swinging a sledge hammer against her head and her mouth felt like she’d chewed on a dry cactus.
Light shone through the part in the curtains and it seemed to exacerbate the pain behind her eyes. “Oh lord, I’m a fool.” She slowly moved over, sat up on the side of the bed, touching her toes to the carpet and looked down. She was wearing her nightgown. Her fingers pinched the material as if it wasn’t real. Who undressed her? She shut her eyes trying to remember, but the room started to spin instead. She popped her eyes open. No luck. Ah, so frustrating! Last thing she remembered was shamelessly straddling a mocha-eyed Adonis. Oh, God, she could justdieof embarrassment! She rubbed her throbbing temples with her hands. Still, blurry images of her on his lap kept resurfacing. How could she possible do that? She looked up at the far wall and decided to shove it out of her mind. She would go crazy thinking of how shameful she was.Argh, who put her to bed? She stood up and went to the bathroom for a shower refusing to linger on that any longer.
A half an hour later she made her way to the kitchen where Mavis was. “Hi.” She was massaging her temples again as she walked.
“Hello, did you want breakfast or lunch Miss Easler?” Mavis asked suppressing a smile.
“What time is it?” She never even thought to look at the clock in her room. That must have been a first for her. As a nurse she was addicted to her watch; when the doctor came, when symptoms began to show, when chest pain occurred, when atropine was given—everything. In fact, she was certain she hadn’t checked the time all weekend. She knew why. She didn’t want to see the time go by while spending it with Lance.
“It’s two in the afternoon,” Mavis answered with her eyes laughing.
“Oh dear.” No wonder she was so hungry. “I’ll have lunch I guess.”
“Tea, coffee?”
“Water…lots of water.”
Mavis retrieved a glass and filled a pitcher before setting it in front of her. “I’ll make you something your stomach can handle.”
Tammy laughed, “Do I look that haggard?”
“Mr. Hartley told me you were into the sauce last night and take it easy on you,” Mavis chuckled.
“How considerate.” She smirked.Sauce? She might have actually laughed if her temples didn’t throb.
“He’s nothing but,” she answered with clear admiration in her tone while turning back to the counter. “How about a crab salad?”
