“You finished?” Hank asked.
“I’m an idiot.”
Hank bent his head and rubbed his nose against mine.
Then he gave me a light kiss.
That was nice but I stil felt like I was now at least thirty different types of fool.
“I’m a slut and an idiot,” I told him.
“You aren’t a slut and you aren’t an idiot,” he said authoritatively, making me believe that at least he believed it.
Then his hands came up my back and undid my bra.
“No! Don’t do that, I have to go.”
He ignored me, slid the straps down my arms and tossed the bra aside. Then, his hands went down my back, tossed the bra aside. Then, his hands went down my back, he bent, I felt them go over my bottom and he jerked me up.
I threw my arms around him and he turned and deposited me on the bed and he came down on top of me.
His weight felt good on me, too good.
“Whisky, get off me. I need to go.”
His hands were on me and I liked how they made me feel, I liked it a whole lot. His fingers tagged my panties and started to pul them down.
Against my neck, he said, “You stil want to go after I f**k you again, I’l take you back to the hotel.” Holy cow.
My stomach did a dip.
I tried to ignore the dip and the subsequent melty feeling.
I had to be strong. Or, at least, I had to try to be strong.
“No. No more f**king. I’ve got to sort out my problem then, if you’re stil around when it’s done, we’l try this again but we’l take it slow and get to know each other before we, uh… carry on… er, like this.”
His head came up and he looked at me. I could tel right away he thought I was funny.
“Sunshine, I know you’re crazy, and I have to admit it’s sweet, but you’re al kinds of crazy if you think I’m waitin’ to get inside you again.”
Holy cow. The melty feeling graduated to a rol ing boil.
“Hank…”
He’d stopped pul ing down my underwear at my hips, his hand went to cup my pubic bone and he kissed me.
Shit.
I felt the little, itty bit of strength I was clinging to start I felt the little, itty bit of strength I was clinging to start slipping away as his tongue moved against mine.
“Open your legs,” he said against my mouth.
“I need you to understand,” I said, and I did. In that instant, I decided that I was going to tel him everything and I needed him to understand.
“You can explain it tomorrow. Now I want you to open your legs.”
I kept my legs firmly closed. “What if I explain it to you tomorrow and you don’t understand?”