amorous advances away from the watchful eyes of other residents.
“You’ve a great body, you know,” she said.
He silenced her by bringing his mouth greedily down on hers. Her luscious lips opened slightly to his pressing tongue; she tasted of wine and lipstick. He hadn’t even noticed that she was wearing it. She still smelled of perfume and the sea. He guessed the sea essence was a permanent fixture on her. Plundering her mouth still further, he pulled her in closer. As he pressed against her, he noticed her body was muscular from football but still soft in the right places. Her breasts were pressed against his chest; he could feel her nipples hardened under her blouse. He’d have liked to remove it, but after he’d been so disapproving of her comments earlier, he didn’t dare. He cupped her rounded bottom with his hands, pulling her hips into him until he realised he was virtually stabbing her with his erection, and released the pressure a little. All the while, she was continuously rubbing his chest, shoulders, and back. It felt so good, especially when she moved her hands towards his lower tummy. Damn, he wanted her so badly.
Panic hit him like a thunderbolt. This was all wrong, what the hell was he thinking? Larry knew he had to stop it before it went any further. He pulled away and grabbed a fresh shirt. He saw her eyes search his face, hurt and humiliated, but before he had a chance to explain she ran from the room. He tried to follow her, but she’d had too much of a head start. He knocked on the entrance to the private quarters; when she didn’t answer, he then tried her cell phone but got no reply. He was leaving before breakfast and he realised with a jolt he wouldn’t have a hope in hell of seeing her before he left. He wouldn’t get to tell her his fears, or how much he wanted her but needed to take it slowly, or even to explain about his recent split with Emily and how it made him distrust his judgement. All the things he should have said went through his head… too late.
“Nice going, jerk,” he admonished himself as he terminated the call after leaving her an urgent message to contact him.
Chapter Four
Maeve died a death as she left his room. The humiliation of the rejection was even worse than the shame of being spanked. What the hell had possessed her? She had never made a move on a man before and the one time she did, she picked the wrong one. She must have completely misread his signals. He had touched her so many times today that she had thought he was coming on to her, but was nervous because she had warned him to keep his hands to himself. What a stupid fool she’d been. And she really cringed when she thought about the personal stuff she had shared about her parents. Maeve heard her mobile phone ringing, saw the American prefix, and put it on silent. She couldn’t bear to talk to him now. Thank God he was leaving early in the morning. She cried herself to sleep, a mixture of shame and hurt.
Morning came round all too quickly for her. Maeve’s eyes were puffy and her face blotchy from the night’s tears and lack of sleep. She tried to disguise it as well as she could with makeup. But not well enough to avoid Bridie’s beady eyes. She left her phone on silent in her bedroom so she wouldn’t be forced to take his call, but not to be deterred, Larry called the main switchboard number and Bridie took the call. Maeve shook her head to indicate that she wouldn’t talk to him.
“Yes, she’s here, Larry, son, but it seems she doesn’t want to talk to you. She has a face on her like a smacked arse, all red and blotchy, have you two been fighting?” Maeve heard her say into the receiver. She would have cheerfully choked Bridie at that moment. What was she playing at?
“Ok, I’ll pass on the message, you have a safe journey,” she almost cooed into the phone. “Right, what exactly is going on, miss?” she accused as soon as she hung up.
“Not here,” Maeve
“You’ve a great body, you know,” she said.
He silenced her by bringing his mouth greedily down on hers. Her luscious lips opened slightly to his pressing tongue; she tasted of wine and lipstick. He hadn’t even noticed that she was wearing it. She still smelled of perfume and the sea. He guessed the sea essence was a permanent fixture on her. Plundering her mouth still further, he pulled her in closer. As he pressed against her, he noticed her body was muscular from football but still soft in the right places. Her breasts were pressed against his chest; he could feel her nipples hardened under her blouse. He’d have liked to remove it, but after he’d been so disapproving of her comments earlier, he didn’t dare. He cupped her rounded bottom with his hands, pulling her hips into him until he realised he was virtually stabbing her with his erection, and released the pressure a little. All the while, she was continuously rubbing his chest, shoulders, and back. It felt so good, especially when she moved her hands towards his lower tummy. Damn, he wanted her so badly.
Panic hit him like a thunderbolt. This was all wrong, what the hell was he thinking? Larry knew he had to stop it before it went any further. He pulled away and grabbed a fresh shirt. He saw her eyes search his face, hurt and humiliated, but before he had a chance to explain she ran from the room. He tried to follow her, but she’d had too much of a head start. He knocked on the entrance to the private quarters; when she didn’t answer, he then tried her cell phone but got no reply. He was leaving before breakfast and he realised with a jolt he wouldn’t have a hope in hell of seeing her before he left. He wouldn’t get to tell her his fears, or how much he wanted her but needed to take it slowly, or even to explain about his recent split with Emily and how it made him distrust his judgement. All the things he should have said went through his head… too late.
“Nice going, jerk,” he admonished himself as he terminated the call after leaving her an urgent message to contact him.
Chapter Four
Maeve died a death as she left his room. The humiliation of the rejection was even worse than the shame of being spanked. What the hell had possessed her? She had never made a move on a man before and the one time she did, she picked the wrong one. She must have completely misread his signals. He had touched her so many times today that she had thought he was coming on to her, but was nervous because she had warned him to keep his hands to himself. What a stupid fool she’d been. And she really cringed when she thought about the personal stuff she had shared about her parents. Maeve heard her mobile phone ringing, saw the American prefix, and put it on silent. She couldn’t bear to talk to him now. Thank God he was leaving early in the morning. She cried herself to sleep, a mixture of shame and hurt.
Morning came round all too quickly for her. Maeve’s eyes were puffy and her face blotchy from the night’s tears and lack of sleep. She tried to disguise it as well as she could with makeup. But not well enough to avoid Bridie’s beady eyes. She left her phone on silent in her bedroom so she wouldn’t be forced to take his call, but not to be deterred, Larry called the main switchboard number and Bridie took the call. Maeve shook her head to indicate that she wouldn’t talk to him.
“Yes, she’s here, Larry, son, but it seems she doesn’t want to talk to you. She has a face on her like a smacked arse, all red and blotchy, have you two been fighting?” Maeve heard her say into the receiver. She would have cheerfully choked Bridie at that moment. What was she playing at?
“Ok, I’ll pass on the message, you have a safe journey,” she almost cooed into the phone. “Right, what exactly is going on, miss?” she accused as soon as she hung up.
“Not here,” Maeve
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