“Please, Colt,” she pants against my mouth. “Let’s take the edge off and everything will be fine. Back to normal.”
A stone settles in my gut.
I’m a fucking idiot.
Here I am, thinking she has feelings for me, too, when she’s just drunk and horny. I might as well be a sex toy, the vibrator she pulls out when she’s desperate. I was about to pour my guts out to her, offer her every part of me, when the only part she wants is my dick.
“That’s what you want? One time?”
She nods before the words are even out of my mouth. “I can’t stop thinking about what it would be like. Can you?”
Of course not, but that’s not a new problem for me.
She pushes on, determined to convince me. “We can get it out of our system and then we’ll be fine. All this awkward tension will disappear. We’ll be us again.”
There’s no getting this woman out of my system. I’ve tried for a decade and a half, and it’s impossible. She’s as much a part of me as my own soul at this point.
The idea of having her is so fucking tempting, I almost say yes. But she didn’t want this a couple weeks ago. She’s been drinking tonight. How can I trust that she truly wants it and that it isn’t just an effect of the alcohol?
“We’re not having sex.”
“Why not?” she whines, and it makes me want to flip her over my lap and spank her.
“You’re drunk and we need to stop.” My hand tightens on her hip, stilling her movements.
“I’m not drunk.”
“I saw you drink at least one glass of Nocillo, and I know you well enough to know there was at least one more. You can’t say you haven’t been drinking.”
“Drinking, yes. Drunk, no. Tipsy at worst.”
“Still too drunk for this.” I close my eyes, knowing I’ll break if I look at the fire in hers. “You’re not wasted. But I’m still not fucking you when you aren’t 100 percent sober.”
She whimpers, dropping her lips to my ear. “Would you fuck me when Iam100 percent sober?”
“Quinn,” I say, forcing out the stern voice that makes my undergrads cower.
She groans. “You’re no fun.”
“You said that once freshman year, and it took all my self-control not to pin you to that twin bed and prove how fun I can be.” She whimpers, and I bury my face back in her neck, breathing in her intoxicating scent and running my lips along theenticing curve. “And here you are, testing that self-control all over again.”
Quinn takes my hand, sliding it along her thigh and under the hem of her dress. When I stop at the junction of her hips, she brings it between her legs, guiding two fingers inside, and her pussy clenches around them.
Hot and tight. Perfect. She’s everything I’ve spent years fantasizing about. Everything I’ve tried and failed to find with a dozen other women.
She’s just everything.
So what if she isn’t offering more than one time? If that’s all she wants, I’ll take it. I’ll take anything this woman wants to give me. My heart will feel like it’s gone through a wood chipper by the end, but I don’t care.
I pump two fingers inside of her, grinding my palm against her clit. She moans loudly.
“See how fun I can be?”
“Says the guy who won’t fuck me,” she says, shooting for indignation, but it’s undermined by the breathiness of her voice.
“Tomorrow,” I pant against her lips, knowing there’s a very serious chance when the sun comes up she’ll remember this is a terrible idea and never let me touch her again. “The second the alcohol’s out of your system, I’ll give you what you want.Anythingyou want.”
I pull my fingers from her, and she cries out in protest. She’ll have to wait, because before giving her what she wants and letting her walk away, I’m going to explore her the way I should have the first time. I devour her delicious mouth. My hands run over every inch of her. Across her chest that heaves under my touch. Down her thighs that settle over me, the weight of her body reassuring me that she’s here, that this isn’t a dream.
