Page 65 of Undeniable Temptation

He lowered his attention to her neck, her chest, then back up again. “I like your body the way it is, too.”

There was a beat of heavy silence before Blake cleared his throat. “This conversation took a sharp turn into fucking-awkward.”

Her cheeks darkened as she took another long pull.

“Stop eye fucking,” Mitch muttered. “You’re making me uncomfortable.”

Those high cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink. “I think that’s my cue to call it a night.” She pushed the half empty bottle of beer toward him. “Can you finish this for me?”

He jutted his chin in confirmation as she slid from the booth.

“Which bunk do I take?”

“Bottom left.”

“That’s the vacant bunk?”

He raised the beer to his mouth and did the opposite to Mitch’s request—eye-fucking the hell out of her. “For the moment.”

Her amiable smile turned seductive. A huge curve of luscious lips. That expression made his world stop. His thoughts quiet. Everything else was static. He wanted to wake up to that sight. To fall asleep to it. He wanted to be the cause of every curve of lips and devilish sparkle in her eyes.

“Good night, all.” She started down the aisle and pulled the curtain across to shield the sleeping area from view.

It took five seconds for him to down the remainder of his beer. Another five to finish hers.

“I’ve got a spare pair of socks if you need them.” Mitch slid from the booth, disposed of his empty bottle, and grabbed a new one from the fridge.

“Socks?”

“To shove in her mouth. You never know how loud they’re gonna be.”

He snorted, the bottle swishing into the plastic liner before thunking to the bottom. “She’s not that loud… Only when I want her to be.”

There was another pause, another contemplative silence.

“You two have already fucked?” Blake asked.

Mitch sat forward, resting his elbows on the table. “When the hell did that happen?”

“I don’t kiss and tell.”

“No shit.” Blake’s eyes were wide. “But come on, man, you’ve gotta give us something. Is she as high-strung in the sack? Or is she crazy good?”

The two speculated among themselves while Ryan mentally relived the first night he’d spent with her. Was she high-strung? Hell, no. Nothing was off limits. No place on her body went untouched, no expanse of skin untasted. He’d done things with her,toher, that he’d never done with anyone before. So, no. She wasn’t high strung.

Was she crazy good? He chuckled to himself. He’d never been a guy who was owned by his desires. Not until that night. She’d taken his barely functioning libido and injected it with steroids. She made him daydream about dirty shit he never would’ve previously fantasized about. Leah had successfully found his switchboard and turned all the dials to heightened settings.

“Fuck,” Blake was gawking at him now, his jaw slack. “She’s kinky, isn’t she?” He glanced at Mitch. “Check out the dazed look in his eyes. My boy’s hooked a nympho.”

Ryan smirked. “Like I said, I don’t kiss and tell.” He slid from the booth, ignoring their muttered curses as he strode behind the curtain. Each of the bunks was screened, the heavy material the only privacy.

“Try to keep it down.” Mason called from the television area, his face alight from the glow of the screen. “Some of us don’t want to be scarred for life.”

“Some of us never have the choice when traveling with you.”

“Retaliation is beneath you,” Mason drawled. “You’re better than that.”

Better and more concerned about his bedpartner’s reputation.

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