‘OK, I’m in,’ Jess shouted downstairs. She had pulled on some baggy black pyjama bottoms and a lacy grey and white camisole, and leapt under the covers of ‘the comfiest bed in the whole world’. It was a king-size sleigh bed. Once you’d sunk into the expensive mattress and under the Egyptian cotton duvet, you just didn’t want to get out.
‘You have to walk through my bedroom to the bathroom, so no looking!’ she warned him. The intensity of the situation downstairs had died down and they had set about getting ready for bed.
Dan walked through pretending to ignore Jess. In her drunkenness she had the urge to start singing ‘Don’t cha’ but she managed to stop herself.
He poked his head around the bathroom door and said, ‘You got a spare toothbrush by any chance?’
Jess got out of bed and Dan looked her up and down.
‘Ms Morley, how do you expect me to keep away from you when you put on something like that?’
Jess had actually put on her least sexy bed-wear purely for this reason. As much as she desperately wanted this man, she knew morally it wasn’t the right thing to do. She was on a mission to find a suitable suitor and an attached twenty-three-year-old didn’t quite fit the category. Hopping back into bed, she pulled the covers up high so that just her pretty, oval-shaped face was showing. Her bluey-green eyes shone with desire.
Dan walked past her but, instead of carrying on through the door to the spare room, he paused and looked down at her.
‘Damn, you’re gorgeous,’ he said and leaned down to brush her now trembling lips softly with his. Jess took a deep breath and felt as if she was floating. He knelt down by the side of the bed and pushed a strand of her hair off her face. She could smell him, a sweet smell that just made her want to taste him.
‘Lie next to me,’ Jess whispered.
Dan climbed into bed fully clothed. As he pulled back the covers he could see Jess’s now erect nipples through her flimsy camisole. Jess herself could feel the sense of danger, the untamed pleasure that she would get from this man with whom she felt such chemistry.
‘Hold me, just hold me,’ she said. The warmth of his soft mouth on hers made her feel like she was sinking to the bottom of the soft mattress.
‘Jesus, Jess,’ Dan murmured. ‘You’re beautiful.’
They searched each other’s mouths with a loving intensity. Dan’s fingers gently began to stroke her body. Jess gasped with pleasure.
‘We can’t,’ she panted.
‘I know.’
‘I want to.’
‘So do I.’
He kissed her passionately again and nothing else in the world seemed to matter.
What seemed like hours later, drenched in sweat, Jess suddenly laughed out loud in after-sex hysteria.
‘I thought I told you to go to the spare room,’ she said.
Dan lay next to her, looked into her eyes and smiled.
‘My, my, Mrs Robinson. I shall have to get drunk with you more often.’