Page 6 of Give In

She turns to me and nods.

“I ordered some food. Mind if I go take a quick shower?”

“Heath, you’ve already rescued me; you don’t have to entertain me, too.” She offers me a smile. “Go shower. I’ll be okay. A snack before sleep sounds kinda nice.”

“If you change your mind, that’s your room.” I nod to our left. “You don’t have to wait to let them in with the food. The butler can get in on his own. Come find me if you need anything.”

Her eyes glisten, but no tears fall. “Thank you.”

I take what might be the fastest shower in history. After I walked away from her all I could think about was spending more time in her presence. Despite her obvious disappointment and frustration at the hotel debacle, being near her somehow feels like the perfect sunny day.

I pull on some athletic shorts and a t-shirt, then run the towel across my head to get most of the water out of my hair. Then I go back out into the living area of the suite.

The first thing I see is the spread that the butler brought up, lined up on the breakfast bar. Then I see Clover. She’s sitting on the couch, staring out at the view she can’t see in the dark. She’s removed the cardigan-sweater thing she’d been wearing, leaving her in a long, flowy skirt and a white tank top that leaves very little to my imagination.

She must hear me approach because she turns her head towards me, and that’s when I see the tears.

Ah, fuck.

Her hands make quick swipes over her face, and she releases a watery laugh.

“Clover?” I ask, taking a step towards her.

She waves a hand dismissively. “Don’t mind me. Just a silly girl thing. My body only knows how to process emotions through my tear ducts, and well, it’s been a long day.”

“Doesn’t make you a silly girl,” I say. I walk over to the couch and sit next to her.

“Feels silly,” she says with a sniff.

“Aw, baby girl, you’re killing me.” I gather her into my arms and cradle her in my lap. I’m struck by two sensations as her softness settles against my body. First, her tits are magnificent. Second, holding her like this feels so very right, it’s alarming.

“Emotions are emotions,” I say, sounding like some motivational poster. “Just feel how you feel. I’ve got you.”

Her head rests against my chest, right under my chin. The scent of her shampoo tickles my nose. And goddamn, her voluptuous cleavage is right fucking there.

What the fuck is wrong with me that I’m perving on a crying woman. A crying woman who is undoubtedly young enough to be my daughter.

I’m not even going to examine why that thought has blood rushing to my dick.

I rub my hand against her back trying to simultaneously soothe her and calm down my libido. It’s been a long damn time since I’ve wanted a woman like this. I felt it like a kick to the gut the moment I saw her in the airport. With her colorful skirt and wild curls. Lust had slammed into me, nearly knocking the wind from my lungs.

I’m not sure how long we’ve been sitting like this, but her breathing has slowed. For a moment I think maybe she’s fallen asleep. Then she wiggles against my lap.

Christ.

That’s all I need is her ripe ass rubbing against my cock.

“Is that a banana in your pocket or are you just excited to see me?” she asks.

I chuckle. “Can’t blame an old guy like me for getting hard when a sexy as fuck woman sits on his lap.”

She leans back to look at me. Her cheeks are streaked, but dry. “Technically, you pulled me onto your lap.”

I squeeze her hip. “Sassy mouth.”

Her smile is mischievous. “Do you really think I’m sexy?”

I rock my hips upwards to rub against her plump ass. “That’s not a banana.” If there are any warnings going off in my head, I can’t hear them.