I can still smell Adrian’s cologne when I’m getting ready for bed. Maybe giving him that kiss was a mistake, but I’m having a hard time regretting it. Even with Julian somewhere in the house, it feels good to finally give in to the urge to touch him. He doesn’t seem to particularly mind. In fact, he instigated what happened last night.
Speaking of last night…
My skin flushes at the memory of his taste and the way he had touched me. The feel of his fingers inside me has my core aching with want.
I climb into my bed, thinking about his touch and the feel of his body against mine. The hotel room seems like a lifetime ago, and yet the memory of his skin against mine has me igniting as warmth settles between my legs.
No longer able to resist, I reach down and slide my hand under the wa
