12

“Trust me, I feel the same.” I quickly glanced at my girls, and Monica winked at me. “Thank you for getting us in.”

He gave me a kiss, and I could taste the whiskey on his lips, the desire in his movements, the lust that was dripping between us. “My pleasure.”

Those two simple words were the sexiest when they came from him.

Even though I’d been hesitant when the girls pushed for this, I was happy I’d listened.

The feel of his arms around me was something I could definitely get used to.

Because even when he was gone, his touch continued to consume me, and I hadn’t stopped thinking about him since I’d left his suite.

I placed my hands on his stomach, the hardness of his abs teasing me.

Taunting me.

Something was rushing through my body, and I couldn’t control it.

It wasn’t just the thought of getting him naked or his tongue or the naughty things he would do to me.

It was something more.

Oh God, Jo, what are you doing?

“There’s no way I’d have let you stay out there …”

His eyes told me h