“Yes,” he ground out. “Oh… God…!”

His teeth clenched as he arched down into her and shuddered over and over and over again, until he thought his spine would snap. He actually sobbed with the force of a pleasure he’d never experienced in his life, with any of his lovers.

An eternity later he collapsed on her damp body, still shuddering.

“Are you all right?” he asked at her ear, his voice husky and urgent. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” she breathed. “Oh no. No.”

He caught his breath and was about to tell her how glad he was when he felt the tears on his cheek.

He lifted his head and winced at the expression on her face. The alcohol had finally worn off, far too soon. She looked as if she’d committed a cardinal sin. And in her own mind, he thought grimly, she probably had.

“Oh…please…” she whispered, pushing gently at his chest. “I’m going to be sick…!”

He withdrew at once and watched her vault off the bed and into the bathroom. He could hear her dinner coming back up.

Almost boneless with pleasure, he got back into his clothes so that she wouldn’t be any more embarrassed than she already was.

He gathered up her own clothing and went to the bathroom door. “I brought your clothes,” he said. “Are you all right?”

The commode flushed. There was running water. She came to the door and only opened it a slit. She couldn’t bring herself to look up past his chin. She eased one hand out the door for her clothes.

“Get dressed,” he said quietly. “Then we’ll talk, okay?”

She didn’t answer him. She took her clothing inside and closed the door.

THERE WAS A minibar in the room. He got himself a cola and pulled out a ginger ale for her. Probably it would be the only thing she could keep down. He felt ashamed of himself. She’d been compromised by the alcohol and he’d taken advantage of it. Well, not really. He’d been compromised by it as well. He couldn’t actually remember how they’d wound up in this room.

While he was working on the memory, she came slowly out of the bathroom and sat down on the sofa. He pushed the soft drink over to her.

“Thanks,” she said heavily.

“I don’t even remember how we got in here,” he said, pushing back his damp hair. “You got sick downstairs…”

She nodded.

He took a sharp breath and sipped his drink. “I’m sorry. I don’t…”

“I don’t, either,” she replied. She grimaced. “I’ve never had a drink of hard liquor in my life.”

“I have. But not enough to compromise me, until now.” He studied her quietly. “You were a virgin.”

She colored furiously and took another sip of her drink, almost enough to choke her, because she remembered all too well losing it in the most erotic manner she’d ever encountered.

He made a face. “I guess that’s a memory you’d rather not have. Sorry.”