She could already feel his erection against her thigh. “And you’re drunk.”
“Is that a problem?”
Only if there were pictures to prove it. “I hope no one noticed.”
“Everyone noticed. It’s three in the morning. Anyone still awake is drunk.”
She let out a little whine as he bit her earlobe. “I’m not drunk.”
Jack kissed her again, his hand drifting up her skirt. “You are. It’s okay. I won’t judge you.”
The car started to slow. “We need-” It was hard for Caroline to think. Maybe she was a little tipsy. “We need to get to the room.”
Jack straightened up as the doors opened. “I agree.”
He took her hand and marched down the hall, pulling off the sober candidate convincingly. Anyone who ran into them would be none the wiser. He even opened the door to their suite without fumbling the key. Caroline dragged him into the room by his tie, starting to remove his jacket.
“Aggressive, aren’t you?” He tossed the bottle from hand to hand and wriggled out of his suit coat. “I forgot booze makes you horny.”
She strode ahead of him into the bedroom. “Don’t shake the bottle. You’ll ruin it.”
“It’s fine,” Jack said, pulling the foil off the top of the champagne.
“Less talk, more kissing.” Caroline pushed him into a chair in the corner of the bedroom, straddling him and starting to loosen his tie. “Have I ever told you how attracted I am to powerful men?”
“You may have mentioned it once or twice.” Jack pressed his thumbs against the cork and grunted. “This bottle is being stubborn.”
Caroline grabbed the bottle out of his hand. “Let me do that.” She slid her thumb up the side of the cork and it flew across the room, barely missing an expensive lamp.
“Nice job, sweetheart. We’d have a hell of a time explaining if you broke that.”
She turned to him. “I did that on purpose. Aren’t you impressed?”
Jack kissed her neck. “I’m always impressed by you.”
She tugged his tie off and tossed it behind her before standing up and taking off her jacket.
“Is this how you treat your powerful men?” Jack asked.
Caroline lifted up her foot and used the sole of one of her pumps to push him against the backrest. She’d been waiting for this night for ages. All that time away from each other, all those campaign stops and puff pieces had led them to this. She was going to make sure whatever they did together would be seared into his memory forever.
Jack stripped the shoe from her foot, smiling when she lifted up her other leg for him to repeat the process. “Oh, baby,” he said. “I love when you get so insistent.”
“Then you’re going to have fun tonight.” She hitched her skirt to her waist and straddled his thighs again, leaning back to take a swig of the champagne straight from the bottle.
He laughed. “Is that the kind of dainty behavior the people of the Commonwealth should expect from their first lady?”
“Probably.” She took another giant slug and handed him the bottle. “This is good. Nice and sweet.”
Jack set it on the table next to the chair. “Unlike you, my uncouth consort, I only drink my wine from proper stemware.” He started unbuttoning her blouse, peppering her with kisses.
“Hey,” she said. “If you’re going to start undressing me, the least you could do is give me back my beverage.”
He pulled the blouse down over her shoulders. “Plenty of time for that later. “
“You don’t want to get drunk and screw?”
“Again, plenty of time. The night is young. And I suspect you’re in a good place anyway. Isn’t this your second bottle?” He nuzzled her breasts through the lacy material of her bra.
She’d lost count. Did Moscato count as champagne? “Maybe,” she said. She gasped when he tugged her bra down to suckle on her nipple. A very effective distraction while she attempted and failed to pull down his suspenders. “You make it hard for me to take advantage of you when you keep doing that.”
Jack gave her another deep kiss. “Patience, baby. Patience.” He picked up the bottle of champagne and took a long drink before setting it down on the side table awkwardly.
“Don’t spill it,” she warned.
“I won’t,” he promised. “Got to keep you liquored up so I can do decadently sinful things to you all night.”
She could still taste the sweetness on his lips when he kissed her again. Caroline laughed against his mouth. “Are we classing up this joint or what?”