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She rests back against the pillow, leaning on her forearms, her back arched so her tits are high in the air. “I knew you’d see reason. ”
“I haven’t seen reason,” I tell her, flicking off the light before I slip into the bed with her. “Someone needs to make sure you don’t stop breathing tonight. ”
“But I haven’t washed my face or brushed my teeth,” she whines. "And I'm not ready to go to sleep. "
“Neither have I,” I tell her. “Deal with it. I’m not getting out of bed now, and I’m not kissing you. ”
“You’re just mean tonight. ”
“Says the girl I rescued from a predator at a party,” I say.
“So, that’s a no then?” she asks. Her hand finds my chest, and she rests her head on it, sliding her hand lower until she finds my cock. “You’re wearing underwear?”
“That’s right,” I say. “Now get your hands off my dick. ”
She does, and it’s not more than thirty seconds before I hear her breathing become heavy and rhythmic.
And I'm the one lying there wide awake, wondering what the hell I’m doing, holding the hottest naked girl I’ve ever seen while I've got the biggest case of blue balls in history.
Yellow sunlight streams through the balcony door, and the cool morning air hits my skin. I look over to the empty space in my bed that Caulter occupied last night, then out through the open balcony door. He’s not there.
Not that I would expect him to be after what happened last night. I’m mortified. I’m going to be too embarrassed to look him in the face, after the things I said, how I threw myself at him -- and the fact that he, the guy who sleeps with anyone, turned me down.
I slink down the hallway, grateful to remain unnoticed. After I brush my teeth and shower, I feel considerably better. But not about the thing with Caulter. One of the unfortunate downsides of last night is that I remember the whole thing clearly.
I’m dressed and back in my room when Caulter shows up on my side of the balcony, coffee in hand. “How are you feeling?”
“Completely humiliated. ”
Caulter’s face is expressionless, which makes my heart skip a beat. He probably hates me. “Here,” he says, handing me the coffee. “Are you hung-over?”
I shake my head. “No. The pill she gave me just made me pretty out of it, I guess. ”
Caulter laughs. “Fucking amateurs. ”
“Shut up. I’d never taken anything like that before. ”
He smiles. “Well, you might not want to, ever again. ”
“I’m not exactly planning to. ” I pause, sipping the coffee. “Thanks for coming to get me. ”
Caulter shrugs, leaning against the wall. He’s wearing this blue t-shirt that looks soft and weathered. It makes me want to touch it, but I just sit there. “Not a big deal. ”
“It kind of is,” I say. “Sorry for. . . um. . . acting like an ass and stuff. ”
Caulter walks over and stands in front of me. His crotch is at eye level, and I want to rip off his jeans, but I don’t, because I’m a chickenshit. But he slips his finger under my chin and pulls my face up. “As I recall, you took off your clothes and threw yourself at me. ”
My face flushes. “I was drunk. Or high. Whatever it was. Sorry. ”
“Are you sorry?” he asks. “I’d be very disappointed if you were. ”
I bristle at his words, even as he takes his thumb and slides it along my lower lip. I want to wrap my lips around his finger, but I don’t. “You’re the one who blew me off last night. I throw myself at you and tell you I want to suck your cock, and you say no. ”
He groans. “You were drunk, Kate. ”
“So?” I ask. I’m angry but I don’t move his hand, don’t tell him to stop it when his thumb catches on my lower lip, pulling it down. I want his lips on mine. I ache to feel his touch, the desire is even more amplified by the fact that I spent last night pressed up against him.
“Is that what you want, Kate?” he asks, leaning down and placing his hands on the sides of the chair I’m sitting in. His face is close to mine, our lips nearly touching, and I’m immediately holding my breath, my heart racing. “You want me to fuck you when you’re so drunk you don’t know what you’re doing? Or do you just want me to fuck you at your beck and call, whenever you're feeling horny?
“No,” I protest. “That’s not what was happening. ”
I arch up and touch my lips to his, the movement gentle, but Caulter grabs my jaw, squeezing my face as his mouth crashes into mine. The act is so hard it’s painful, somewhere between exquisite pleasure and absolute agony.