I didn't carry her to the bed.
Instead, I turned toward the open balcony doors, her naked body still cradled against my chest, legs dangling, soaked panties hanging off one ankle like a forgotten flag of surrender.
"Jack… wait… no… not there…" she whispered instantly, voice cracking with panic as she realized where I was headed. "The balcony… people can see… the buildings… the street… cars… por favor, no… someone will look up… I'll die if anyone sees me like this…"
Her arms tightened around my neck, face burying deeper into my shoulder, cheeks burning so hot I could feel the heat against my skin.
But her nipples were diamond-hard against my chest, and the slickness between her thighs was dripping down my forearm. Her body was screaming yes, even as her mouth begged no.
I stepped out onto the cool night air anyway.
