Eyes still closed, Jove turned her head. And stopped. She had to wait for the
room to catch up with her, not that she could see it with her eyes closed, but
the effect was still the same. Too much alcohol will do that. She stifled an
agonized moan.

Or she thought she did. But a low moan reverberated against the walls. Jove
grimaced. Then she realized that the sound was too deep, too masculine to have
come from her.

Oh, God.

Dreading what she would find, Jove cautiously, slowly opened one eye, then the
other. Her dark eyes met sleepy sapphire ones that were also slowly coming into
focus. Surprise widened the two pairs of eyes.

"Jesus," Alex muttered.

"Christ." Jove carefully turned her head, breaking eye contact, and sighed. It
was one thing to get plastered-everyone got drunk on New Year's Eve-but it was
another thing entirely to get hammered to the point where she would end up in bed
with an ex-boyfriend. She felt the mattress dip as Alex rolled onto his back and,
presumably, contemplated the same things going through her head. The silence was
drawn out between them.

Alex cleared his throat. "Did we...?"

"No!" she replied swiftly. But Jove peeked under the comforter just to be sure.
She still had on her lacy panties and brassiere and nothing else. Blue jeans
covered Alex just to a point below his navel. Jove's eyes couldn't help but sweep
over the tanned, hair-covered expanse of his chest. From memory, she knew it
would be incredibly warm, incredibly hard beneath her palms. Hell. She shouldn't
be thinking those thoughts. Jove jerked her gaze upwards, and scowled when she
caught the amused, knowing glint in Alex's blue orbs.

"I don't want to hear it, Alex," she warned, a frown pulling her dark brows
together.

He chuckled softly. "Ah, Jovey, the same thing happens to me in the morning,
too." His voice lowered seductively. "You should remember that." He slipped an
arm across her tummy, fingers caressing her hip bone. The muscles in her tummy
jumped. Jove quickly inhaled, sucking in her stomach as if she could avoid his
touch. Alex simply rolled onto his side, facing her. Jove made a low, strangled
sound in her throat at the hot, burning impression of his hard-on against her
hip.

"Alex, don't...please," she softly, weakly protested. "We shouldn't....That
blonde you're seeing--"

"Over. Two weeks--at least." He gently nuzzled the side of her neck, sending
shivers rippling over her skin and sparks over her nerve endings. "What about you
and that preppy wimp Shawn?"

Jove frowned distractedly. "Don't say that about"--she gasped at the hot, damp
feel of the tip of his tongue teasing the skin stretched over her
clavicle--"Shawn."

A callused hand palmed her breast, forefinger and thumb tugging her nipple. Jove
instinctively arched into the electrifying touch, wanting more...so much more.

"Shawn?" he repeated.

Jove struggled futilely through the warm, hazy, enveloping mist of desire. "Huh?"

"Is it over between you and the wimp?"

She sighed her affirmative reply, too dazed and too steeped in the pleasure of
touching and being touched by Alex again to think too coherently, let alone take
umbrage at his indirect insult.

"Good." She felt Alex smile. And Jove shivered. And for some inexplicable reason
wholly beyond her grasp at the moment, Jove tried one last time. "Alex, we really
shouldn't do this..." Her voice trailed off, ending on a long, soft sigh when his
hot mouth covered her dusky nipple through the scratchy lace of her bra. His
hands skimmed up and down her sides, finally stopping to play with the elastic
band of her panties. He suckled her through the lacy material, and the delicious
friction had Jove arching, offering more of her to him.

"Give me one good reason," he demanded, the movement of his lips over her skin
sending a jolt of sensual lightning through her.

Her hands trailed over his back and up to bury her fingers in his hair. "Can't."
The dark strands felt cool to the touch. Jove tugged lightly to press his mouth
closer, wanting him to take more of her into the warm, wet cavern. Needing it.

"I know."

His tongue flicked out to tease her nipples alternatively, moving from one to the
other and back again. Jove made a low sound in her throat. Alex shifted his body
over hers. She opened her legs further. He settled down between them, his mouth
not once leaving her body.

Jove slowly, sensually, as if in a dream, lifted her right leg and draped it over
him. She ran the tip of her big toe down the back of his muscled left calf, and
gasped when he bit a little too hard on the underside of her left breast in
reaction. Jove ground her soaked pussy against his hard abdomen, instinctively
seeking relief from the tension that was gradually building to a fever pitch
within her. The barrier of her panties only made the feel more erotic.

"Alex, k-kiss me," she panted, her hands curling into fists in his hair. "I want
to suck your tongue."

His hands spasmed and clenched on her buttocks, and he groaned, the sound muffled
against the soft, taut skin of her tummy. But, relentlessly, he moved downward,
spreading her thighs even more to accommodate his broad shoulders. His hair
brushed over her skin, the coolness a stark contrast to the burning flesh. He
rubbed his cheeks against her, the stubble abrading her. She moaned darkly.

Alex parted her labia lips with his fingers. Jove groaned and trembled when his
hot breath washed over her. Alex rubbed his jaw against just the top of her
mound, his bristles roughly scratching the smooth skin. He inhaled her musky
scent, her desire, recalling how much he loved it, had always reveled in it. The
muscles in her thighs tightened, and anticipation and hunger tore through her.
His teeth delicately caught her clitoris and tugged. He teased it with the
pointed tip of his tongue. Jove thrashed on the bed, cries erupting from her
throat when he inserted one, then two fingers inside her, and, very deliberately,
proceeded to fuck her with a steady, maddening rhythm.

She twisted her body this way and that, wanting to get away, wanting to get
closer, wanting the release it seemed he was intent upon denying her. Tears
seeped from the corners of her eyes to trickle down her temples and into her
hair.

Perhaps it was her pleas or the steady jerking of her fists in his hair...or
maybe he simply could stand it no longer, but Alex finally relented...in a way.
Jove felt a languid movement and air stir, hair-coarsened skin brushing over
smooth, then the feel of velvet stretched over heated steel. And Jove sighed, but
the sudden relief was only a brief reprieve.

She tilted her head back on the pillow, letting the engorged tip of Alex's
erection skim over her lips, down her chin, and, arching her throat, over the
line of the ivory column. She captured his cock between her hands, caressing it
with her palms, her fingers, her nails. Her tongue flicked out and over the tip
before running down the impressive length. Her groan mingled with his when she
felt him suck on one of the fleshy labia lips. They both paused for a moment to
absorb the wicked sensations. Labored gasps melted the silence around them.

Then Jove lifted her head, her lips parted to deliver moist kisses along his
penis. Incredibly, it stiffened even more. Jove could almost feel the blood
surging through the flesh against her palms and lips, just as the wetness surged
between her thighs when Alex dipped his tongue into her vagina. His thrusts
started out slow and tender. Jove matched his rhythm, taking his cock an inch at
a time into her mouth, her tongue occasionally swirling around the centre,
rubbing against his hard flesh.

The tempo picked up considerably and quickly when Alex replaced his talented
tongue with equally talented fingers, pushing them hard into her even as he
sucked on her erect clitoris. Jove moaned and whimpered around his cock, her
nails raking up and down his sweaty back and clenched buttocks. Alex had her
lifting her hips in time with his increasingly harder thrusts even as she sucked
him deeper and deeper into her mouth and down her throat.

Alex pushed deep into her and stilled, willing her to come for he knew he
wouldn't be able to hold back much longer. Jove complied. She tensed for that one
moment before wave after wave of brilliant ecstasy broke over her. Alex could
feel her rhythmic contractions and wet come around his fingers, and he let go,
coming inside her with a muffled shout, every muscle in his body rigid to the
point of almost quivering with the intensity.

After what seemed like an eternity and yet not long enough, Alex collapsed, limp
and satiated. Instead of turning around to rest his head next to hers on the
pillow, he tiredly pulled and maneuvered Jove until her head was pillowed on his
right arm. Neither said anything, wanting to save their energy for the laborious
task of breathing.

Finally, Jove somehow found the strength to shift away from her
newly-reacquainted lover. "Oh, God," she muttered miserably.

Frowning, Alex peered at her, his breathing still heavy and uneven. "What's
wrong?"

Jove turned to face him. "Barely a day into the new year and I've already broken
my resolution," she told him, glaring at him as if it was all his fault-which it
was. "I was supposed to learn from my past mistakes. Something along the lines of
'Tout choses sont dites déjà, mais comme personne n'écoute, il faut toujours
recommencer.'"

He grinned shamelessly. And moved to pull her pliant body into his arms once
more. "Since your resolution's already broken, then there's no reason why we
shouldn't indulge ourselves again." He rolled onto his back, keeping his hold on
Jove, making her straddle him. "Besides," he added meaningfully, his hands
cupping the sweet weight of her breasts, "not everything has been said or, in
this case, done already. And some things are worth repeating."