Hank now had his arms around me, Shamus was sitting beside us, his doggie body resting against our legs and I was oblivious to this because I was on a rol .
“Then, there was Scott, he was my first. We dated for at least a year until we final y did it. He married the prom queen and now they’ve got half a dozen kids, no joke.” I stopped and looked up at Hank.
He was looking down at me, angry gone, pissed off a memory, he was smiling again with only his eyes engaged in the smile.
Shit.
Had I just recited al my lovers to Hank?
I had.
Shit.
“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 fuck 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 fucking. 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?”
In answer, he kissed me until I was dizzy. After the kiss, his lips trailed down my cheek to my ear. “Roxanne, sweetheart, open your legs for me,” he whispered.
I opened my legs.
I was weak and I couldn’t help myself but truly, at that moment, I would have done anything for him.
He rewarded me immediately. Later, I rewarded him.
Even later stil , I’d lost al thoughts about leaving. My back was pressed to his chest, his arm was around me, my arm resting on his and our fingers were laced. I was half asleep when he murmured, “Whatever it is, I’l understand.” I snuggled deeper and prayed that was true.
*
My hair was moved away from my face and then a finger trailed down my neck. That finger turning into a ful hand as it slid down my side to rest on my hip. “Wake up, Sunshine.”
I rol ed to my back, the hand stayed where it was so it moved across to my bel y as I opened my eyes.
It was the best wakeup cal I’d ever had.
Hank was sitting on the bed, leaning over me. It was stil dark outside although a little light was coming through the blinds and there was also light coming from some other part of the house through the doorway. I could see he was dressed in a Rip Curl t-shirt and pair of dark track pants that had a wide stripe running down the side.
“You’re dressed,” I mumbled.
“Shamus and I are goin’ for a run. We’l come back, shower and I’l take you out for breakfast.” I blinked.
“Run?” I asked.
“Run,” he answered.
“As in, exercise?”
His lips twitched. “Yeah.”
“Why?”
“I take it you don’t run.”
“Only when chased by men wielding chainsaws.” The lip twitch turned into a grin. “That happen a lot?”
“No, but Al y says there’s one at the Haunted House she wants to take me to.”