“In the bedroom.” My cheeks flushed. This was the first time we’ve spoken since we left Vegas—since he pinned me against a glass wall and fucked me with his fingers until I came spectacularly. We both slept during the flight and he left early this morning while I was still in bed.
My skin hummed with awareness when he walked into the room, and a low, appreciative chuckle left him.
“Not what I was expecting to see, but welcome all the same.”
I flipped him the bird over my shoulder. “I have nothing to wear.”
“You’re standing in front of three suitcases. How can you have nothing to wear?”
“I didn’t pack for a trip to the surface of the sun.”
George unzipped his own suitcase on the other side of the room, and I heard the swish of material as he changed. “It’s not that h
