Chapter 26

The next morning I was again sitting beneath my tree, and as I glanced up from the book Tonya had given me, my breath kicked up at the familiar shoulders of the man walking toward one of the buildings. As I ran my eyes over the length of him, taking in the muscular build of his back, the way his jeans hugged the spectacular curve of his butt, my gaze dropped to his hands—in particular, his fingers.

God! What those magical digits had done to me last night and with my thoughts, an ache began between my thighs. My nipples hardened, and I grew damp thinking about the things we'd done. I found, as well, I wanted to do them all again.

Standing, I hurried after him, and when I reached him, I grasped his hand. At my touch, he gave a start and jerked his hand from mine, snarling, "What the fuck!" as stopping mid-stride, he whirled around to face me. A smile spread across his lips, and taking my hand back in his, he laughed, "Sorry, didn't know who the hell had a hold of me!"

"So, do random wo