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“I already told you. I want to help you with your condition.”
“So you said. And that’s why I hurried up here, instead of passing out under the table in the lounge.”
“Sit down.”
He didn’t want to let her go, her soft curves fit against him so perfectly, but she wriggled out of his arms and disappeared into the bathroom. He sat on the edge of the bed to stop the room from spinning.
She returned a moment later and pressed two pil s into his hand. “Ecstasy?” He tossed the pil s in his mouth without looking at them. She handed him a sports drink and he swal owed the pil s.
“Actual y, that was Vitamin B and Vitamin C,” she said. “Drink that entire bottle.”
“You’re giving me vitamins?” He cocked an eyebrow at her and took another drink from the bottle.
“They’l prevent a hangover.” She went over to a side cabinet and returned with a banana. He eyed the piece of fruit warily. “I’m not that kinky, Professor Sex.”
She grinned. “I was hoping you are.”
“Okay, I am.” His c**k throbbed. Ful y erect now, it tried desperately to break free of the fly of his jeans. Was she real y going to leave him in this condition? She’d said she would help him with it. And this wasn’t helping. At al . She stood close to him, his knee between hers. The hem of her skirt brushed his thigh. He wanted to put more under that skirt than his knee. The silk of her top pul ed against her br**sts when she moved. Such nice br**sts. So soft against his chest. The only thing keeping his hands off them was the orange-flavored sports drink he gripped with both hands. Wel that, and the fear she’d tel him he did not have permission to touch her.
She peeled the banana, broke off a chunk, and slid it in his mouth. “Eat it. It wil settle your stomach and also help prevent a hangover.”
He chewed the piece of banana and swal owed. “You’re taking care of me?”
“Trying to. Are you resisting?”
Taking her hand, he kissed the inside of her wrist gently. “I like it. Can I do something for you?” He flicked his tongue against the inside of her wrist suggestively while looking up at her.
Her fingers curled involuntarily and her ni**les hardened beneath her thin, white top. He found himself completely immersed in her. Her scent. The sound of her soft voice. The taste of her skin. And her body? Perfect. How much resistance would she offer if he tossed her down on the bed and tried to have his way with her?
“Grrrr.” Uh… Did he just growl? He hoped he’d imagined it.
She tugged her hand from his and took a step away. She seemed to realize he wasn’t as harmless as she’d first gauged. “Sleep it off, Brian. And I might let you make it up to me tomorrow.”
She broke off another piece of banana and pressed it into his mouth. He chewed, swal owed, and chased the banana with the rest of his sports drink. He set the empty bottle on the side table and placed a hand on the back of her leg, just above her knee. She emitted an excited little gasp.
He grinned up at her. “You’d better get some rest then. You’l need your stamina.”
“So wil you.” She fed him more banana and shifted sideways out of his grasp. “Do you need me to help you get back to your room?”
He frowned. “I can’t stay here?” If he returned to the band’s hotel suite tonight, he’d never hear the end of it from the guys. It made his head swim to look up at her, but he did it anyway. He liked to look at her. Gorgeous. Feminine. Mature. No girl, she was al woman. She maintained an outer appearance of propriety, but he sensed an undercurrent of blazing-hot sexuality. He’d never been with a woman like her. Sophisticated sensuality. What would she be like in bed? Reserved? Kinky? Passionate? Placid?
Dominant? Submissive? He had to know.
She touched his lips with her fingertip. “If I let you stay, do you promise to behave?”
“Absolutely not.”
Her finger moved from his lips to trace his eyebrow. “In that case, I insist.”
He moaned and fel back on the bed, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes. “Why did I have to get so drunk?”
“Take off your boots and climb into bed.”
“Do I get a goodnight kiss, at least?” he murmured. His eyes refused to open. His body went limp as he lost awareness.
***
Myrna leaned over Brian and pressed a goodnight kiss to his forehead. The poor guy had passed out cold. She bent to remove his black leather boots, took the spiked bracelet off his wrist and removed a long, silver chain from his belt loop. She rol ed him onto his side, in case he threw up in the middle of the night, and covered him with a blanket. She watched him sleep for a moment.
Brian Sinclair.
Brian Sinclair, the renowned guitarist.
Brian “Master” Sinclair, guitar hero, rock god, perfect specimen of a man, was passed out in her hotel room! He’d kissed her. God, how he’d kissed her. If she didn’t have rules about when she al owed herself to have sex with a new acquaintance, he’d probably be making love to her right now. She seriously needed to amend her rules. Her body ached with wanting him. The man was too sexy for his own good.
She gnawed her lower lip as she watched him sleep. Would he stil be interested in her when he wasn’t looking at her through beer goggles? Their age difference weighed heavily on her mind. She was at least seven years his senior, but she looked younger than 35. Everyone said so. Maybe he wouldn’t realize… He’d probably figure it out tomorrow, though. She didn’t have the body of an eighteen-year-old anymore. She’d just have to show him that being with an older woman had certain advantages. Assuming he was interested. The way he looked at her had made her bones melt. And his strong, yet gentle, touch? Her legs had almost given out on her when he’d placed a hand on the back of her thigh. It had been way too long since she’d last had sex. That had to be the explanation for the lustful creature he’d awakened in her. She’d just get him out of her system and send him on his way. Myrna drew away from the bed to get ready to sleep with him. Heat rose to the surface of her skin. No, not sleep with him, sleep next to him. The ache between her thighs intensified. As she changed into her nightgown and hung her suit in the closet, she wondered if she’d ever get to sleep tonight. If she had any sense at al , she would have made him go back to his room, but he’d kissed her entirely senseless. She went through her nightly routine and then climbed into bed next to Brian, suddenly grateful that she’d taken a suite with a single king-sized bed, instead of one with two queens. With only one available bed, she had a perfectly good reason to share it with him. Right?
“So you said. And that’s why I hurried up here, instead of passing out under the table in the lounge.”
“Sit down.”
He didn’t want to let her go, her soft curves fit against him so perfectly, but she wriggled out of his arms and disappeared into the bathroom. He sat on the edge of the bed to stop the room from spinning.
She returned a moment later and pressed two pil s into his hand. “Ecstasy?” He tossed the pil s in his mouth without looking at them. She handed him a sports drink and he swal owed the pil s.
“Actual y, that was Vitamin B and Vitamin C,” she said. “Drink that entire bottle.”
“You’re giving me vitamins?” He cocked an eyebrow at her and took another drink from the bottle.
“They’l prevent a hangover.” She went over to a side cabinet and returned with a banana. He eyed the piece of fruit warily. “I’m not that kinky, Professor Sex.”
She grinned. “I was hoping you are.”
“Okay, I am.” His c**k throbbed. Ful y erect now, it tried desperately to break free of the fly of his jeans. Was she real y going to leave him in this condition? She’d said she would help him with it. And this wasn’t helping. At al . She stood close to him, his knee between hers. The hem of her skirt brushed his thigh. He wanted to put more under that skirt than his knee. The silk of her top pul ed against her br**sts when she moved. Such nice br**sts. So soft against his chest. The only thing keeping his hands off them was the orange-flavored sports drink he gripped with both hands. Wel that, and the fear she’d tel him he did not have permission to touch her.
She peeled the banana, broke off a chunk, and slid it in his mouth. “Eat it. It wil settle your stomach and also help prevent a hangover.”
He chewed the piece of banana and swal owed. “You’re taking care of me?”
“Trying to. Are you resisting?”
Taking her hand, he kissed the inside of her wrist gently. “I like it. Can I do something for you?” He flicked his tongue against the inside of her wrist suggestively while looking up at her.
Her fingers curled involuntarily and her ni**les hardened beneath her thin, white top. He found himself completely immersed in her. Her scent. The sound of her soft voice. The taste of her skin. And her body? Perfect. How much resistance would she offer if he tossed her down on the bed and tried to have his way with her?
“Grrrr.” Uh… Did he just growl? He hoped he’d imagined it.
She tugged her hand from his and took a step away. She seemed to realize he wasn’t as harmless as she’d first gauged. “Sleep it off, Brian. And I might let you make it up to me tomorrow.”
She broke off another piece of banana and pressed it into his mouth. He chewed, swal owed, and chased the banana with the rest of his sports drink. He set the empty bottle on the side table and placed a hand on the back of her leg, just above her knee. She emitted an excited little gasp.
He grinned up at her. “You’d better get some rest then. You’l need your stamina.”
“So wil you.” She fed him more banana and shifted sideways out of his grasp. “Do you need me to help you get back to your room?”
He frowned. “I can’t stay here?” If he returned to the band’s hotel suite tonight, he’d never hear the end of it from the guys. It made his head swim to look up at her, but he did it anyway. He liked to look at her. Gorgeous. Feminine. Mature. No girl, she was al woman. She maintained an outer appearance of propriety, but he sensed an undercurrent of blazing-hot sexuality. He’d never been with a woman like her. Sophisticated sensuality. What would she be like in bed? Reserved? Kinky? Passionate? Placid?
Dominant? Submissive? He had to know.
She touched his lips with her fingertip. “If I let you stay, do you promise to behave?”
“Absolutely not.”
Her finger moved from his lips to trace his eyebrow. “In that case, I insist.”
He moaned and fel back on the bed, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes. “Why did I have to get so drunk?”
“Take off your boots and climb into bed.”
“Do I get a goodnight kiss, at least?” he murmured. His eyes refused to open. His body went limp as he lost awareness.
***
Myrna leaned over Brian and pressed a goodnight kiss to his forehead. The poor guy had passed out cold. She bent to remove his black leather boots, took the spiked bracelet off his wrist and removed a long, silver chain from his belt loop. She rol ed him onto his side, in case he threw up in the middle of the night, and covered him with a blanket. She watched him sleep for a moment.
Brian Sinclair.
Brian Sinclair, the renowned guitarist.
Brian “Master” Sinclair, guitar hero, rock god, perfect specimen of a man, was passed out in her hotel room! He’d kissed her. God, how he’d kissed her. If she didn’t have rules about when she al owed herself to have sex with a new acquaintance, he’d probably be making love to her right now. She seriously needed to amend her rules. Her body ached with wanting him. The man was too sexy for his own good.
She gnawed her lower lip as she watched him sleep. Would he stil be interested in her when he wasn’t looking at her through beer goggles? Their age difference weighed heavily on her mind. She was at least seven years his senior, but she looked younger than 35. Everyone said so. Maybe he wouldn’t realize… He’d probably figure it out tomorrow, though. She didn’t have the body of an eighteen-year-old anymore. She’d just have to show him that being with an older woman had certain advantages. Assuming he was interested. The way he looked at her had made her bones melt. And his strong, yet gentle, touch? Her legs had almost given out on her when he’d placed a hand on the back of her thigh. It had been way too long since she’d last had sex. That had to be the explanation for the lustful creature he’d awakened in her. She’d just get him out of her system and send him on his way. Myrna drew away from the bed to get ready to sleep with him. Heat rose to the surface of her skin. No, not sleep with him, sleep next to him. The ache between her thighs intensified. As she changed into her nightgown and hung her suit in the closet, she wondered if she’d ever get to sleep tonight. If she had any sense at al , she would have made him go back to his room, but he’d kissed her entirely senseless. She went through her nightly routine and then climbed into bed next to Brian, suddenly grateful that she’d taken a suite with a single king-sized bed, instead of one with two queens. With only one available bed, she had a perfectly good reason to share it with him. Right?
