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wrap my arm around her waist so she doesn’t fall when I open it. My keys clatter to the floor as I close the door behind me and stare at the figure of the woman in my arms.
    We resume touching each other’s bodies, and I’m vaguely aware that she might change her mind at any moment and end this drunken dream. I don’t beg, but for her, I might be inclined to if she wanted to stop.
    This nameless woman is incredibly sexy and intriguing, two things I’m finding hard to resist. Not that I’m trying.
    She has said very little . Fortunately, words aren’t needed.
    “Wait… I, just - you taste like bourbon -,” she says as she pries herself from my arms and gives herself some space. She’s breathless when she speaks again, “give me a sec.”
    So much for no words.
    I can’t find my voice anyway, so I nod and lean against the door while try to restrain myself from reaching for her again. The lights are still off, and our only source of lighting is a streetlamp outside, but it provides little help for me to make out her features. She steps back to rest against the couch behind her, and I can hear every sound she makes.
    Her labored breathing.
    The way she shifts her feet against the carpet.
    I think I can even hear the internal battle that’s waging in her head.
    “We don’t -”
    “You got me here, didn’t you?” she asks, though it’s not a question. Before I have time to react, she is storming toward me and grabbing my face to kiss me again. The urgency in that kiss makes all doubt disappear. “Where’s your room?”
    I don’t wait for any other questions or hesitations to enter her mind as I lift her up and carry her to my room. She wraps her legs around my waist, and her hands fist in my hair as she deepens the kiss.
    When she separates her lips from mine, her head drops to the side , and I don’t give a moment’s thought to kissing my way from her neck and working my way to her jaw. Every step I take toward the bed feels like an eternity. I’m torn between prolonging the foreplay or dragging her to the bed and burying myself in her as quickly as possible.
    My knees hit the edge of the bed and she unwraps her legs from my hips, dropping her knees to the surface. From this angle, she has to look up to see me, but in the darkness, I’m not sure there is much she can make out. A sliver of light helps to illuminate her silhouette , and I notice her tongue darting out to wet lips.
    “Shirt,” she whispers as her hands run along the waist of my jeans. I start to pull it off, but her hands stall mine, “ lemme get that.”
    She makes quick time of taking it off, and the shirt hits the floor as her hands roam over my bare chest. Electricity charges through me when her lips trail light kisses down my stomach.
    I drop my hands and grip her hips firmly so I can hold her against me. My jeans are tight from my hardness , and I’m fighting the urge to take control. And in my booze-filled state, I’m disappointed when she pulls away.
    “Where’re you going?” I slur, reaching out for her again.
    “This stupid thing won’t come off,” she grunts, before tugging the shirt off over her head. “Now,” she commands tossing her shirt to join mine on the floor. She clumsily pulls me over her and onto the bed. The moment our bare skin touches, I’m not sure how long I can last.
    “I don’t want to think tonight,” she whispers against my lips. I don’t know what it means, and I don’t care because I’m the one right here with her.
    “Then don’t,” I answer.
    My hand is holding the side of her neck as I continue kissing her; her hands are travelling down my back and stop at my waist. Her gaze finds mine and locks as she slowly unzips my jeans but never breaks our connection.
    As my hand leaves its place against her neck, I gently move my lips over her collarbone and journey down pausing to tease between her perfect breasts that are still contained within the bra. I’ll tackle that damn thing in a