Chapter 95
IT WAS PAST midnight when I finally got to Colleen’s house.
I was wrung out, and I needed Colleen’s cool hand on my forehead. I wanted to listen to the musical sound of her brogue and fall asleep with her body curled around mine.
She came to the door in a camisole and a pair of panties the size of an afterthought. Her hair was bunched loosely on top of her head. She smelled wonderful, like pink roses with sugar on top.
“I’m sorry, but the inn is closed,” she said. “There’s a Days Inn down the road a piece.”
“Colleen, I should have called first.”
“Come in, Jack.”
She opened the door and stood on her toes to kiss me. Then she leaned in and pressed her hips against me for the couple of seconds it took to get me hard.
She ran her hand across the front of my pants, then took my hand in hers and led me to her bedroom. Filtered moonlight was coming through the curtains as Colleen stepped into a pair of high-heeled shoes.
“Want to watch the telly?” she asked. “Or is it something else you have in mind?”
“What’s on?” I said, and grinned.
So did Colleen.