“Did you bring your ereader thing with you?”
With a grin, she replied, “No, but I figured your room would have some books.”
My chest tightened at the fact she knew me so well, even in her slightly inebriated state. I opened the door for her, and she stepped inside. Turning around in a circle, she took in the room. She pointed at my bookcase. “Told ya.”
I laughed. “Okay, okay. You know me too well.”
Annabel tossed her purse onto the bed and then walked over to the bookcase. “The complete works of Shakespeare.” Making a tsking noise, she added, “You are hardcore.”
“I like the tragedies.”
“Why doesn’t that surprise me?”
Even through the walls and closed door, the beat of the music was audible in the room. When the band changed over to a slow song, Annabel began to sway back and forth on her feet. “Are you all right?” I asked.
Glancing at me over her shoulder, she said, “Dance with me.”
My heartbeat skipped and seemed to pop erratically like an old vinyl record. “What?” I managed to ask when I recovered.
“Dance with me.”
“Here?”
“Why not?” Turning around, she walked over to me. Although in my warped mind, it was more like she stalked over to me like a cat. “Don’t tell me you can’t slow dance.”
“I can slow dance just fine.”
As my arms went around her waist, I drew her flush against me. The contact of our bodies caused us both to suck in a breath. Sliding her arms up my chest, Annabel then brought them around my neck. When her fingers glided through the strands of my hair, I fought to keep my composure. Call me a pussy, but there was something that turned me on about a woman playing with my hair, tugging on it wildly as she rode out an orgasm.
I lowered my head to rest it on Annabel’s shoulder. Closing my eyes, I allowed my mind to wander. Like the dirty bastard I was, I envisioned having Annabel on the bed, legs spread wide,my head between them, and her clutching and clawing my hair and scalp as she came on my tongue. Just the thought sent a shiver of need down my spine and caused my whole body to tremble with desire.
“Are you cold?” Annabel asked.
“I’m fine,” I croaked.
She tightened her hold on me while pressing her body tighter against me. It was a sweet gesture of compassion to warm me up that had the opposite effect than what she had intended. “Rev?”
“Hmm?”
“Look at me.”
When I pulled my head off my shoulder, I stared into her green eyes. The look in them told me everything I needed to know about what was going on in Annabel’s head. Motherfucker. I was a dead man.
I knew right then and there I needed to extricate myself from the situation and get the hell out of there. But instead, I remained frozen in place. I didn’t even jerk back when Annabel brought her lips to mine.
Oh damn. Those lips. Those soft, soft lips. Warm, inviting, and full. I imagined them moving all over my body, especially on my dick. As her mouth worked against mine, those fingers began to work their magic in my hair.
Grabbing my shirt, she pulled me down onto the bed. While our arms and legs tangled together, our mouths never parted. When she thrust her warm tongue into my mouth, I groaned and gripped her tighter. It was all so wrong and so right all at the same time.
When I started to get up, she tried to pull me closer. “Where are you going?”
“I need to check on the guys. Make sure everybody gets out.”
“Oh. Okay.” A pleading look entered her eyes. “But you’ll come back to me. Won’t you?”
“Sure. Just let me take care of some things. I’ll also lock the door.”
She gave me a drowsy smile as her head lay back on the pillow. Her eyes closed in contentment, and she sighed. “You’re always so good to me. No wonder I’m falling in love with you.”
