“Better?” Maybe she was awake enough to tell him her address. “Do you want me to take you home? Can you tell me your address?”

Instead of answering, she sank down to the floor with a miserable moan.

“Oh, for God’s sake,” he muttered.

After propping her up against a wall, he grabbed a towel and held it under running water. He returned to her side with the wet towel, and cleaned her clammy face and neck. Tara had fallen asleep again and didn’t stir at his ministrations. He was about to lift her off the floor to carry her to bed when he noticed that the front hem of her skirt was soiled. He couldn’t let her sleep wearing her own vomit, so Seth took a steadying breath and got to work.

He pulled her into his arms, her head resting on his shoulder, and unzipped the back of her dress. After he leaned her back against the wall, he maneuvered her floppy arms free and dragged the dress down, making a heroic effort not to stare as her lacy black bra revealed itself to him. God, she was so fucking sexy. He took a deep breath and doggedly tugged her dress down further, preparing himself to be slammed with a matching pair of black panties. But she surprised him with her choice of … What exactly was she wearing? It covered her up from right under her breasts, down to her mid-thighs. Ah, it must be one of those body contouring things. He shook his head, working the dress down past her legs and off of her. She was perfect. She didn’t need shapewear.

“I can’t stand wearing this thing,” she mumbled as though she’d read his mind.

Then she promptly tugged and squirmed until she pushed her undergarment down to the top of her hips. Yeah, baby. Take it off. What? Where the hell did that come from? But, of course, he knew exactly where it came from, so he told his dick to shut up. He refused to take advantage of her in even the smallest way while she was drunk. And to prove that his head still ruled him, he averted his eyes before she exposed more of her glorious body.

“Oh, God,” he groaned when her underwear flew past him. He squeezed his eyes shut when her bra followed in its wake. The woman he’d been hungering after all night was naked in his bathroom, but he couldn’t do anything about it because his mother raised him right. Even so, the temptation to peek at her was too powerful. “Stay right here. Let me bring you a T-shirt.”

He went to his luggage and fished out his one and only T-shirt, the one he’d been planning to wear tomorrow. He brought it back to the bathroom, keeping his eyes focused on a spot over Tara’s half-prone form. Seth pulled the T-shirt over her wobbling head and pushed her limp, uncooperative arms through, all the while making a valiant effort not to notice how soft her skin felt.