Or did she?
The thrashing movements of her legs and arms are more relaxed than they were when I forcefully walked her to our room. They’re scissoring more than lashing out to harm. Like she’s busting to pee.
Oh shit.
“Summer…” The last half of her name comes out in a moan when she grinds her delectable backside against my ass. The smell of her shampooed hair and sun-kissed skin has made me hard, and she’s noticed. “Not like this. It isnevergoing to happen like this.”
Call me whatever you like, but I don’t sleep with drunk girls. If you can’t say a clear and coherent yes, I won’t go anywhere near you.
My molars smash together when my endeavor to shift Summer’s ass from my crotch to my thigh sees her mini-dress riding high on her thighs. Now, not only can I smell how aroused a couple of grinds against my cock has made her, I can also see it. Her lacy panties are drenched, and I’m a fucking prick for not yanking down the hem of her dress a couple of seconds faster.
“Get your ass in bed, Cocoa.”
The authoritativeness in my tone would usually have her jumping on cue.
It doesn’t work today.
“You want me.”
Confident she won’t remember a thing in the morning, I mutter, “Yeah, I do. But not like this. You’re drunk—”
“And really fucking horny.”
I take a step back, stunned. Hearing her say ‘horny’ after a swear word is almost as good as imagining how erotic it would be hearing her say ‘cunt.’
“Please, Lennox,” she begs, her voice a whispered purr. “I won’t tell anyone. It will remain between you…”hiccup,“… and me.”
Her hiccup is the last straw.
“Get your ass in bed, Cocoa! I’m not going to ask you again.”
I tug down the bedding before pushing back on her shoulders like her flop onto the mattress won’t give me an even more spectacular visual of her damp panties. With my head slanted so my eyes won’t be tempted to sneak a peek, I straighten her legs before yanking up the quilt until it’s stuffed under her chin.
“Do you feel like you’re going to vomit?”
I work my jaw side to side when Summer replies, “From your rejection or the margaritas?”
“Either,” I answer, confident any response will need a bucket.
Her nose screws up. “Maybe?” She rolls onto her side, bringing her lips to within an inch of my still extended crotch. “My head is t-thumping.” Her stutter is compliments to a half hiccup, half burp.
When the scent bounding out of her mouth leaves no doubt she’s going to regret more than propositioning me in the morning, I enter the bathroom to fetch both the bin and a glass of water.
I have no clue how she does it, especially since she’s well past intoxicated and wearing a dress that hugs her curves like a glove, but during my brief intermission to the bathroom, Summer slips out of her dress and killer-high stilettos, meaning she’s standing before me in nothing but a tiny pair of panties and a bra.
“Do you like them?” she asks while gesturing her hand down the front of her body. “Cody helped me pick them out today.”
My growl isn’t silent this time around. It has Summer’s knees pulling together even quicker than my feet stomp the carpet to snag a Morrison training shirt out of my suitcase.
“Mmm,” Summer murmurs on a throaty moan when I pull my shirt over her head. “It smells like you. I like the way you smell.”Hiccup.“It’s manly but still sweet.” Her face takes on a serious note. “Is that why you won’t touch me? Because you’re too sweet…”hiccup,“… to hurt me?”
“That’sexactlywhy I won’t touch you.” She stops swaying in the swoon of my reply when I add, “But men like Cody aren’t like me, Summer. They get you drunk to take advantage of you.”
“He isn’t like that, Lenigan69,” she defends. “He’s a good guy.” When I roll my eyes while assisting her back into bed, she murmurs, “He told me to stop drinking, and I told him to stop being a dick.” She giggles like she’s proud of herself. “I actually said ‘dick’ too. I didn’t say penis.”
“Well done. I’m proud of you.” I’m not, but if it keeps the happy gleam in her eyes, I’m down for a little white fib. “Do you think you could down some water and tablets now? Or do you want to take them in themorning?”
I choke on my last word when I stray my eyes away from the bottle of pain medication on the bedside table next to Summer. She is more of a vixen than I realized. Even when she’s told no, she doesn’t back down—not even when she should. And it’s getting really hard for me to act like I haven’t noticed this. My dick imprint is as obvious in my shorts as the image of Summer’s hand down her teeny tiny panties.
