“What?”
“We should go skinny dipping,” she said, smiling at him as she moved to sit back down in his lap. She’d been sitting there to play quarters, oblivious to the hard on that had been killing him for the past few hours. But she was drunk, and he wasn’t going to take advantage of that. If she wanted him, he wanted her to want him while sober. Not when plastered on cheap-ass rum.
“You want to?” She looked at him expectantly, her eyelids heavy with drunkenness. “We could get naked together and slip and slide against each other like fishes. It’d be fun. I’ve never been skinny dipping.”
“Not tonight,” he said. Damn. “You should probably drink a glass of water and sleep this off so you don’t have a headache in the morning.”
“Oh, Colt,” she said, slapping his bare chest. “You’re so silly.”
“Silly,” he agreed, then grabbed her by the ass and stood up, cradling her against him. Her arms latched around his neck and she cuddled close. One hand pulled his dog tags, and her mouth was suddenly on his neck, hot and wet. And f**k if his c**k didn’t jerk in response.
“Time for you to go to bed, Beth Ann,” he said, laying her down on top of the blankets.
She rolled her eyes at him but when he lay her down, she grabbed his pillow and hugged it close. “I’m only a little tired.”
He went to the sink, got a glass of water, and then returned to her. “Drink this first.”
She drank it and immediately lay back down. He put the glass back on the counter and glanced over at his chair. Seemed like a good a place as any to spend the night.
Beth Ann patted the bed. “Come lay beside me?”
“You need to sleep—”
“I will,” she said quickly. “If you come lay next to me.”
Colt knew he should tell her no, but she looked sweet and soft and inviting. He lay on the side of the bed and she immediately snuggled up alongside him. He wrapped a loose arm around her and was absurdly pleased with her sigh of contentment.
“Get some sleep,” he murmured.
“Aye, aye, Captain,” she muttered.
He smiled as he lay back and closed his eyes. He was tired, too, even if he didn’t like to admit it. His knee throbbed a little and felt tight, but he could work that out in the morning. The few shots he’d had weren’t enough to send him under, but it definitely made him tired. It wasn’t long before he fell asleep himself.
He woke up a short time later and stared into the darkness, disoriented. What—
A hot, wet mouth closed over the head of his cock. Need unfurled within him, and he groaned, a mixture of frustration and desire. “Beth Ann.”
Her fingers tickled his balls, grazing over them, and her mouth continued to suck, her tongue running under the head of his cock. Oh f**k, that was good. Oh f**k, a drunk woman was giving him head. Not good.
“Beth Ann,” he said again, firmly, and tried to push her away.
Her mouth slid over the head of his cock, pressing light kisses there and he nearly lost control as she licked the shaft. “You are so thick, Colt. God, I love that. Wanted to know how it felt in my mouth.”
“You can figure that out in the morning, darlin’, when you’re sober.” He pulled at her, trying to tug her off of him. Fuck his principles. He should just lie back and let her suck his dick, tangle his hands in her hair and f**k her pretty, soft mouth like she wanted.
But then she giggled, and it was that same, silly drunken giggle. And slid her mouth over his c**k again.
“No, darlin’,” he said hoarsely. How in the hell had she gotten his pants down to his knees without waking him up? He tried to sit up, but she was laying over his abdomen.
She sat up and gave him a sad look. “Don’t you want me, Colt?”
“I do, Beth Ann. So damn bad.”
She leaned in to kiss him, and her kiss was off center. “I’m really good at blow jobs.”
“Oh, I just bet you are.” Damn.
But she cuddled down next to him again. Her fingers went to his chest and she traced his ni**les. He’d let her do that, as long as she didn’t reach for his dick again. “We’re consenting adults, Colt.”
“I know. But it’s not right.”
“You can’t take advantage of me,” she pointed out, her words slurred. “We had sex last night. And this morning.”
“Still not right. Get some sleep.”
“You know what I haven’t done?” she said, leaning over to press kisses on his chest. On his tattoo. She was fascinated with it.
“What’s that?”
“I haven’t had anal.”
He groaned. Hard.
“Have you?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Did you like it?”
“Go to sleep, Beth Ann.”
“If I asked you to do it to me, would you?”
He was about thirty seconds away from throwing her down on the mattress and showing her just what she was asking for. “Ask me when you’re sober, and yes.”
She pinched his nipple, hard. “Fine then, I will. So there.”
“Good night, Beth Ann,” he said dryly.
“You’re no fun,” she said sleepily. Her hand reached for his cock, and he moved it back away again.
“No fun at all,” he agreed, and vehemently wished that wasn’t the case.
When Beth Ann woke up, it was still dark. She rolled over in bed, trying to figure out her surroundings. Her hand encountered a warm chest, and she heard the faint sound of snoring. Her mouth was fuzzy with a weird taste, and her head throbbed a little.
Colt. She laid her head back on his chest again, remembering last night. She hadn’t drank too much rum—he’d been very careful with how much she could have—but she’d still been tipsy right away. In the past, she’d drank a glass of wine here and there, and the occasional champagne, but it hadn’t hit her quite like the rum. She’d been drunk, and it had been silly, and fun. And then he’d dragged her to bed and…
Her eyes flew open. She looked down at his cock, but his pajama pants were back up around his waist. Oh lord, she’d told him she wanted to have anal sex.
How mortifying.
And he hadn’t touched her, either. She didn’t know what to make of that. True, she’d been tipsy, but they’d had sex the night before. Why hadn’t he touched her? Was he that much of a gentleman? The thought was endearing and frustrating all at once. She looked up at his sleeping face. All the hard angles and frown lines were eased when he was sleeping. He looked adorable. The longer hair on top of his head was sticking straight up in cowlicks. His chest was warm and delicious, too. She still rested her cheek on it. She supposed she should wake him up.