CHAPTER THREE #7
“Thank you, Lance.” Tammy shut her eyes and leaned her head back against the plush head rest of the car seat. “This could have been so much worse, and I think I actually enjoyed myself.”
“You’re drunk.”
She could hear amusement in his voice. She never drank like this, ever.
He was the first one to see her in this condition and for some reason he found it funny.
She smiled without opening her eyes. “Yes, yes, I am.” She rolled her head to look at him.
“Did I do anything I might regret in the morning?”
He shook his head. His eyes were on her, amused and thoughtful.
“Good.”
“The night’s not over yet Tam,” he added in a husky voice.
She giggled and grinned. “Tsk Tsk councilor, are you trying to seduce me?”
He shook his head. “I told you, it’s up to you.”
At those words she shifted to turn her body toward him and he held up his hand stilling her movement.
“However, I don’t take advantage of inebriated women, even one as beautiful and adorable as you are at this moment.”
“Darn. I blew my chance. I’m drunk enough to be brave.” Her smile grew. She was feeling too good about herself to be insulted by his refusal. Of course the flattering statement he followed it with was certainly helping.
His eyes went over her face, then dropped to the v-line of the material covering her breasts before meeting her eyes. “Although, you do make a tempting argument Miss Easler.”
She didn’t know what came over her, but she knew the liquor had a lot to do with it, when she slipped her bared leg over his lap and slowly moved herself on him. She could see his resistance crumbling and the light humor in his eyes darkening to passion.
Lance reached over and pushed a button to raise the partition between them and the driver as Tammy framed his stubbly jaw in her hands and kissed him.
He moved his hands up her bare thighs, cupped her bottom and pulled her abruptly against him.
She gasped against his mouth at the sudden aggressive movement.
“Liquor or not, you are a brave girl,” he murmured, moving his mouth tenderly across hers. “Arousing a man like me could have consequences.”
“You said I have the power,” she whispered back while her hands moved down the material of his shirt at his chest.
“More than you know.” His face nuzzled the curve of her neck placing small soft kisses along her collarbone.
“You said I’d have to make the first move,” she whispered, tilting her head back giving him more room.
“Yes, darling, I did,” he whispered softly brushing his lips against the soft skin of her neck and she gasped again.
One of his hands curved to the small of her back as the other moved up cupping her head.
He tilted his to capture her mouth fully, hard, opening his mouth wide and thrusting his tongue between her full lips.
She moaned against him as her hands continued to explore the hard muscular contours of his body.
His mouth felt amazing on her flesh. His tongue tantalized the contours of her lips, her mouth, and skillfully worked her own. She moaned.
“Enough,” he said gently pulling her back from him.
She was breathing hard as their eyes met. She wanted more, much more. It was easy to see the desire in her expression, and he did.
“I can’t Tam. You’re too drunk. I would if it wasn’t your first time, but someone needs to set the boundaries here.”
She suddenly started to doubt herself, but he corrected her as soon as her expression changed to reflect that.
“Before you think it, this isn’t a rejection. I just don’t want you to wake up with regrets the next morning. I can’t have that on my conscience.”
Her eyes searched his and she slowly nodded. Unconsciously her tongue traced her bottom lip. He saw it and his breath hitched. He closed his eyes briefly to regain his composure. When he opened them, he was in control of his desires once more. “Besides darling, I want you to remember everything.”
Didn’t he realize that it would be memorable no matter how drunk she was?
Neither one of them went to move her off his lap. After a long stretch she shifted, and his hand went to her thigh to stop her. Her eyes met his again.
“Stay.” He lifted his other hand and traced her cheek with two fingers. Then he pulled her against him moving her head to his shoulder. “I like the way you feel on me.”
“Me too,” she murmured into the curve of his neck.
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