Hypnotized by the sight before him and entranced by her soft alto voice, the hotel could have burned down around them and Hank wouldn't have been able to move from that spot.
“Do you want to taste me, Hank?” Beth withdrew her hand from underneath her dress, holding two fingers apart from the rest. Bringing her hand up to her mouth, her pink tongue slowly slid up one side of her middle finger before she sucked it into her hot mouth. Millimeter by millimeter she pulled it from her glistening red lips. “Because I taste good.”
Hank looked at the pointer finger, wet with her own juices, that she held out to him. For the first time since he’d been a teen, he worried about coming in his pants. Fuck, what this woman did to him. He took an unsteady step forward until his shins banged against the bed frame.
She grabbed his pants and made quick work of his belt. “That's it, come give your wife what she needs.”
Effective as a bucket of ice dropped down his boxers, her words froze his hot lust.
Pulling Beth up from the bed, he pushed her toward the bathroom. “We. Are. Not. Married.” Speaking those words hurt more than they should.
“Whatever you shay, honey.”
Once inside the marble-covered room, he busied himself with getting the water ready while she hung back in the doorway. A cold shower would jolt her out of her intoxication.
He yanked open the glass door and twisted the water knob all the way to the blue side. Maybe later he'd get a chance to take one too. God knew he needed it. The water rushed out of the large, round showerhead, splashing against the bottom of the gray marble floor.
Closing the door, he snatched a towel from the shelf and wiped his hands. “Okay, it's ready. Why don't you…”
As soon as he turned around, the words died in his mouth.
Beth stood in the doorway wearing nothing but a sheer black bra and lacy panties.
Gripping the cool marble countertop to steady himself, he took in a fortifying breath. What he couldn't do was pry his eyes from her.
Five feet, nine inches tall in her bare feet, she had legs that went on forever. They weren't sticks either. No. She had the strong, limber legs of a woman who embraced the power of her body. His gaze traveled upward over her narrow hips and flat stomach. He spotted a tattoo started above her right hipbone and went up her rib cage: a golden phoenix. The crisp detail and vivid colors of the yellow-and-orange bird with its wings spread as if about to take flight attested to the amount of time and money involved in getting the tattoo. If he ever figured out how to form words again, he'd have to ask her about it.
Her small, round breasts were veiled behind the see-through lace of her black bra but her dark-brown nipples, puckered into hard points, extended outward, calling him and pulling him closer. Two simple gold rings hung from a silver necklace fastened around her long neck.
He remembered the rings from that summer night so long ago. Her parents' wedding rings. She never took them off. That and an unbuttoned pair of jeans were all she'd worn when she'd lain back on the plaid picnic blanket. Barely twenty, she'd found him alone at Lake Harvey with a six pack of cheap beer, nursing his wounds from yet another breakup with Amanda in their on-again, off-again premarital downward spiral.
He'd been looking for a soft landing. She'd deserved more. He'd stopped them just in time, telling her it was the right thing to do. The same thing he needed to do tonight.
Mind and body fighting each other, he clung to the countertop, its rough underside scratching his fingertips. The pain acted as a poor distraction from the sexual wanting nearly overpowering him.
“I'm not a virgin this time,” Beth whispered. “Your honor isn't in question.” She walked to him, swaying only a bit, and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her lips covered his with hungry little kisses. “Turn off the shower.”
Conflicted beyond reasoning, Hank wanted to scream out in frustration. Her tight body pressed against his, her fingers were running through his hair. When she curled one lean leg around his hip, her heel touching the small of his back and the heat from her lace-covered pussy warming his cock that strained against his zipper, his self-control shattered.
Ignoring the running shower, he lifted her up so both of her legs wrapped around his waist.
Murmuring her approval, she nipped his earlobe then sucked it before trailing kisses down his neck. “Bed now, Hank, or I'm going to fuck you against that cold shower door.”
That wouldn't do. He wanted space to spread her long, flexible legs to better taste her slick center. That would be only the beginning. He planned on spending the hours until dawn making her toes curl. Repeatedly.
Surrendering to the madness, he strode out of the bathroom carrying her toward the bed on the opposite side of the room. They made it as far as the chaise lounge. He sat down on the edge and Beth's legs came down from around his waist.