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Too Hot To Handle


























Rating: R


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Blast From the Past
Fan fiction and fond (mostly) memories
of soap days gone by


Too Hot To Handle
by Deanna Lynn

Chapter Three

"LUIS, I -" She shook her head and broke off without finishing. Then before he even knew what hit him, she had wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his head to hers. He was too startled to do anything at first, but then when he finally got his bearings and tried to pull back... she wouldn't let go.

Damn, he thought as she tightened her hold on his neck, he sure hadn't seen this one coming. He'd only meant to apologize to her for that comment he made about starting what she finished. He never dreamed she would actually take him up on it. She slid her tongue expertly along his lips and he groaned with the need for more. She was no little miss innocent, he thought sliding his hands up her back. He didn't care what Ethan said. He'd kissed his share of women before and he knew the difference between a woman who knew what she was doing to a man and one who didn't. And this one knew.

His hands slid up her back toward the ties of her bikini. He pulled a string and it gave way easily. He felt her stiffen and froze, then dropped his hand realizing things were fast becoming out of control. He backed up intending to pull away from her, but she refused to let go and ended up coming with him. His knees hit the back of the bed and before he realized what was happening he was lying on his back and she was on top of him.

Her hands made their way down his chest, toward the knot of his towel and with a flick of her wrist, the towel was gone. He still had his swim trunks on, but he knew she could feel how much he wanted her. She pressed herself into him and he lost complete control. The match had been lit and it's flame was burning out of control.

The woman was definitely not what she appeared to be. Ethan was wrong. She had more experience than he thought she did. But even if she didn't what the hell did he care? She was the one coming on to him. It was the least he could do to accommodate her.

Luis wrapped his arms around her waist then flipped them over so that he was now the one on top. She gave a startled gasp against his lips, but then quickly relaxed. He ran his hands up her sides, then took her arms and placed them above her head. He pulled his lips away to kiss the hollow space where her neck met her shoulder and she arched against him. He smiled against her soft skin then started to kiss a path over her shoulders toward her breasts. She softly moaned his name and he thought he would go insane.

He let go of her hands and had just started to untie the strings at her neck, when he heard the creak of the door behind him and a voice ask, "What the hell is going on here?!"

Ethan. Oh hell.

SHERIDAN stilled instantly. That was Ethan's angry voice. She looked up into Luis apologetic gaze and realized what had been about to happen. Oh god, she thought closing her eyes and leaning her head back against the bed, things had definitely gotten out of control. All she meant to do was kiss him. How was she to know he'd respond like that?

But you should have known, a voice instead her head admonished, you should have known because Ethan warned you. Sheridan realized Luis was used to women throwing themselves at him. What would he say if he knew she'd never done anything like this before? Sure, she'd slept with a guy before, but only after they had been dating for almost two years.

Luis slowly backed up off her and nodded toward her chest. She looked down and saw that her bikini was no longer covering her breasts. She blushed then reached behind her back to tie it back in place. Once she had it situated, Luis moved out of the way. That's when she came face to face with Ethan and Theresa. She really wasn't sure who was more shocked, Ethan, Theresa, Luis or her. It was probably a toss up.

"Ethan -" she stopped unsure of what to say next.

But then Luis didn't give her the chance to say anything else either. "This is my fault."

Ethan's eyes narrowed and his hands balled into a fist. "No kidding! We thought you left! We were coming to make sure Sheridan was okay. Hell, Luis I thought I knew you, but I had no idea you'd stoop so low as to take advantage of my cousin!"

Luis' whole body tensed and Sheridan knew she had to do something before he and Ethan said something they would both regret. "Ethan, this was my fault not Luis. I'm the one that started it. Luis was just following my lead."

Ethan grunted in disbelief. "You don't have to lie for him Sher. I know how he operates! Hell, I used to be just like him until I met Theresa!"

Luis shook his head and turned to meet her eyes. "Forget it Sher. He obviously isn't going to buy it and you know I wouldn't either. This should not have happened. I should have stopped it and I'm sorry I didn't."

"Sorry? You're sorry." She walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. He jumped back as if she'd burned him. Now it was her turn to shake her head. "I'm the one that should be sorry, Luis. This was my fault. I didn't mean for things to go so far."

He nodded and glanced toward the window. "Don't worry. It won't happen again."

"Luis, that's not what I -" he didn't let her finish. He just turned, picked up his towel, and walked out of the room.

Sheridan started to go after him, but Ethan stepped in her way. "Let him go, Sher."

"Damn it, Ethan!" She said placing her hands on her hips. "This was not his fault. I came on to him. He tried to stop me, but I didn't let him. Now let me by so I can apologize to him."

Ethan looked at her for a minute then shook his head. "You don't owe him anything, Sher. I'm the one that flew off the handle. So I'm the one that needs to apologize."

Sheridan nodded as Ethan turned and left the room. She hoped he really was going to apologize. After all, it wasn't Luis fault. She had started it. All Luis had done was respond. She turned and saw Theresa sitting on the bed looking at her with a curious expression on her face. Sheridan had no idea what she should say. She'd never done anything remotely like this before. God, she thought running a hand through her short blond curls and walking over to sit beside Theresa, if she really wanted to ruin her good girl reputation, she'd certainly found the right man to help her do it.





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