Page 22 of Until You’re Breathless (Insatiable #1)

“Not to worry, love. The car awaits you at the front. I’ll see you for breakfast?”

I look at Stephen and he winks at me. He’s a great guy. “Thanks, man.” I say to him under my breath.

“Not a problem, mate. I’ll catch you in the morning.”

The second that we get back to the hotel, I know we’re in trouble.

Since all the tension has worn away with us departing from the restaurant, Bowie seems to let herself go, and she’s all over me in the car.

She all but straddles me in the back seat.

“Bowie, honey.” I chuckle. “Look, the driver can see us. Do you want Wesley to know what went on back here?”

That seems to calm her down. Until we get into the hotel and step inside the elevator.

Thank God it’s the kind of elevator with a doorman, so at least she’s just trying to squeeze my ass from behind us.

Once we get off the elevator and start walking down the hall, I lay into her.

“Look, Bowie. I’m not going to fuck you when you’re like this.

I want you to remember it. I don’t want it to be some drunken fuck that lasts all of two minutes. ”

“But I’ve waited for so long, Jagger.”

“I’ve waited for longer, remember.” I tell her soberly. She looks at me and I can tell that I’ve gone too far. Her face falls. “Look, I’m sorry if I’m being harsh. What happened tonight isn’t your fault, and you did fantastic at the restaurant, but I just don’t want us to fuck anything up.”

“I know.” She murmurs, with her eyes on the carpeted floor, as I push her key card through the reader. “Now, you go on in there to bed, okay? We’ve got a breakfast meeting with Wesley, and you’re going to have one hell of a fucking hangover unless you get some sleep.”

“But I don’t want to be alone.” She whines softly, not annoyingly. “Can you come in with me? Just until I fall asleep? I promise that I’ll behave myself.”

After drawing in a deep breath and releasing it, I relent. “Fine. I’ll make sure that you get into bed and that you’ve got a bucket next to your head, and then I’m going to hit the hay.”

That seems to please her. “Okay.” She stumbles inside, still holding me by the shoulder. I set her heels down on the console table. “My feet are a little sticky.”

“Okay. I’ll get a washcloth.”

I sit her on the bed and go into the washroom. “It’s too hot in here.” She says.

“I’ll adjust the thermostat.” I say as I walk to the other side of the room and turn the knob, making the air conditioning come on instantly.

When I return to the bedroom, there she is.

...completely naked.

...lying on the bed.

...on her back.

...just like she was the last time we made love in a different lifetime.

“Holy...fuck.” I murmur to myself, trying not to look, as I pull the sheets over her body, focusing on her face. Her eyes are closed, her nipples are hard, and so am I. “Jesus Christ.” I breathe.

“Jagger...” She trails off dreamily.

“I’m here.”

“It’s too cold.”

“I can tell.”

“I forgot to bring pajamas.”

“I can tell that, too.”

“I don’t want to be alone. Come to bed with me.”

I chuckle nervously, tone raising an octave. “I really don’t think that that’s a good idea, Bowie. You’re naked.”

“Am I?”

“Yes...yes, you are.”

“Why don’t you get naked and join me.”

“I really don’t think so.”

“You told me you loved me.”

“Yes, and that’s precisely why I’m not going to do that.”

She harrumphs. “You suck.”

I’ll tell you what I’d like to suck. Her nipples, her clit, her navel.

And I’d like to thrust my rock-hard cock into her so deep her fucking eyeballs bulge.

But I’m not going to do any of that tonight.

She’s so out of it, I might as well be fucking a dead person.

And I’m not into that. No matter how fucking beautiful Bowie looks, lying there, naked as fuck.

“Fine. I suck. If that’s the worst thing you can say about me tonight, I can live with that. ”

There is a small trash bin next to the console table. I grab that and make sure that it has a liner in it, before placing it next to her head on the floor. “Goodnight, Bowie.” I kiss her on the forehead.

“Jagger.” She whispers.

“Yes, sweetheart.” I whisper back, kneeling, so I can see her face.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too. Now get some sleep.”

Suddenly, she gasps, and real tears fall down her cheek. “I’m so sorry.”

“Sorry about what?”

“That I made us lose all those years together.”

I slide a finger down her cheek. “I’m sorry, too.”

She gasps again, tears flowing down her cheeks.

“Hey, now. What’s all this?”

“I don’t know. I get emotional when I’ve had too much to drink, I guess.”

“Okay, that’s fair. I become a horny son of a bitch when I’m drunk, if that’s any consolation.” I volunteer, wiping the tears off her cheeks with my thumbs.

“Jagger?”

“Yes, beautiful.” I answer, leaning my chin on the bed, so we’re almost eye-to-eye.

“Please sleep next to me.”

The hard-on left the second she started crying. “Fine. But I’m keeping my clothes on.”

“I don’t care.”

I climb in next to her after removing my jacket, tie and shoes. She’s almost asleep as I pull the sheets over me, but I still keep my distance. I don’t trust myself, as I leave the light on in case she has to hurl and I need to make sure she doesn’t drown in it.

...surprisingly, I sleep.

...until I’m jolted out of bed.