Page 54 of You Kissed Me First

I chuckle, pulling her up as she starts to slouch.

“Come on, baby doll. Only a couple steps farther and I’ll get you in our room.”

She straightens, then looks at me through squinted eyes. “Then you’ll fuck me, right? I have been imagining what it would feel like to have you inside me for a long time. Much longer than I would actually admit to you.”

I shake my head, amused. “Oh really? Are we talking about since the beginning of the trip?”

She shakes her head slowly. “Since we met, but then you turned out to be an asshole, so I pretended the thought never occurred to me.”

I swallow hard. I feel guilty that she revealed this to me in her intoxicated state. There’s no way she would have said this if she were sober. I was only teasing, thinking that after that first day when I kissed her, she thought about what it would be like. I had no idea that she might have had any kind of sexual thoughts when she met me.

Ignoring her words and my sudden guilt, I slide my key into the door. Once I get her inside, I set her on the edge of the bed, smiling when she leans over, hugging the pillow.

Getting up, I go back to the door, turning all the lights on. Then I grab the ibuprofen and a bottle of water.

Moving to her, I gently shake her awake.

“What?” she mumbles.

“Baby doll, I need you to wake up and take these pills. Maybe drink some of this water. I don’t want you to get sick.”

She groans, but lets me help her up, taking the pills and drinking a quarter of the water.

“Do you want to change out of those clothes?”

She doesn’t speak, but she sits up, tearing her top off before struggling to undo her strapless bra.

“Here, let me help,” I say softly.

She turns, her eyes still closed, letting me unsnap it. At the sight of her breasts, my dick grows hard, but I avert my gaze quickly.

Going to my bag, I grab a T-shirt, bringing it back to her. Once I manage to get it on her, she shimmies out of her skirt. Then she cuddles into the bed.

“Katie, sweetheart. Let’s get you under the blanket.”

She makes a noise, but allows me to move her body until she’s tucked in.

I move around the room, undressing for bed before I grab the garbage can from below the vanity and set it beside her.

I shake her once more. “I put a garbage can here in case you feel sick.”

“Thank you, Dom. Will you sleep with me?”

Her voice is soft and filled with sleep. I consider ignoring her request. She’s drunk. She doesn’t know what she wants. But I don’t. Instead, I climb into bed behind her, pulling her to my chest as my front presses against her back.

I lie like that a long while, enjoying the feel of her against me.

An hour must pass when I feel her stir. She throws the blanket off, which makes me cold, but I let her do it.

Then she starts to move restlessly.

When she groans, I jump up, grabbing the trash can.

“I don’t feel good,” she whispers.

I move to her side, helping her sit up. She leans her head against my shoulder.

“The room is moving. Why is it moving?” She’s crying now.

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