She either ended up flashing her boobs or her ass, neither of which was appropriate for a stroll through the hotel lobby. It had taken her some time and a lot of luck, but she’d finally managed to cover her back and ass with one towel and drape another one in front of her by using her teeth and a lot of prayers and the promise of kicking Danny’s ass. Twenty minutes later and a humiliating wait in the lobby, she finally managed to make it to the sixth floor.
“Tinkerbelle,” Danny said with that goddamn charming smile as he opened the door and gestured for her to come in.
She stormed inside, only pausing long enough to slam her foot down on his instep.
“Ow! What the hell was that for?” he demanded, so she did it again before she went into the bathroom, grabbed the door and slammed it in his face.
Truly afraid that she was going to end up killing him with her bare hands, she dropped the towels, stepped inside the shower, yanked the curtain closed and turned the shower on full blast. As she stood there, trembling while she waited for the water to heat up, she decided that it might be a good idea if she bunked with Marybeth for the rest of the trip to save herself the headache of trying to come up with that defense attorney fund.
“You still mad at me?” the bastard asked as he stepped in the shower and wrapped his arms around her.
“Yes.”
He chuckled as he kissed her shoulder. “Would it make you feel better if I told you that I stayed down there to keep an eye on you?”
“No.”
“What if I told you that I kept a middle-aged couple with three really annoying children from going in the pool?” he asked with another kiss.
“It might help,” she said with a sniff as she pointedly looked away.
“How about if I said that I was sorry?” he asked, pressing another kiss against her shoulder, this one lingering.
“You’d be lying,” she said, licking her lips as she felt him tease the curve of her neck with the tip of his tongue.
He chuckled, but the sound was strained as he ran his hands over her stomach. “Do you want to finish what we started last night?” he asked, cupping her breasts with a soft groan as he gently sucked the spot just below her ear.
More than anything, but she didn’t want to stop this time. She didn’t want to settle for his mouth or his fingers. Even the idea of sitting on top of him and riding the underside of his cock left her unsatisfied. She wanted him. All of him this time. She was sick of taking things slowly, of testing every type of foreplay known to man only to end up lying in his arms, gasping and trembling and feeling oddly unsatisfied no matter how many times he’d made her scream his name.
“I don’t want to stop this time,” she said, licking her lips as she waited for him to explain that it was important for them to wait.
It was a discussion that she was sick and tired of hearing. In the beginning she’d understood and even appreciated his desire to take things slowly, but now she thought she’d scream if she didn’t feel him sliding inside her. She waited to tell him that, but he didn’t say anything. He just stood there, his lips pressed against her neck, his hands cupping her breasts and the part of him that she craved pressed against her back.
“Are you sure?” he asked softly after what felt like an eternity.
She took a deep breath and nodded. “Yes.”
“You’re positive?” he asked after a slight pause.
“Yes!” she groaned, not sure how much more she was expected to take before she lost it.
“I see,” he murmured thoughtfully, pressing a kiss against the curve of her neck as his hands reflexively squeezed her breasts.
One minute he was squeezing her breasts, standing right behind her and the next…..
“Where are you going?” she asked, forced to slap her hand against the wall to stop herself from falling on her ass when he suddenly disappeared, taking his support with him.
“Shit!....Shit!...Shit!” the frantic cursing caught her attention.
Curious, she grabbed hold of the shower curtain and pulled it open. She felt her brows arch in disbelief as she watched Danny stumble and trip around the small bathroom as he struggled to pull his jeans up on his wet legs.
“Shit!” he snapped as he tripped over his feet and fell face first in the small carpeted hallway where he continued struggling to pull his pants up.
“Umm,” she said, rubbing her nose to hide her smile, because she was pretty sure that he wouldn’t appreciate it at the moment, “what exactly are you doing?”
“Condoms,” he said in answer, panting as he continued to wrestle with his pants.
“What about them?”
“Need them!”
“You didn’t bring any with you?” she asked, realizing that he hadn’t planned on taking this to the next level with her and not sure how she felt about that.
“No,” he said, pausing in mid-wrestle with his shirt to shoot her a hopeful look, “did you?”
Biting her lip, she shook her head, because like him, she hadn’t planned on taking this to the next level, mostly because she’d expected to end up staying in the room next to his parents. “No.”
“Shit!” he snarled, returning his attention back to the wrestling match.
“Ummm, do you want some help?” she offered, stepping out of the shower as she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself.
Getting to his feet, he pointed a finger at her and said, “Stay here.”