14
Still dizzy from being swooped off the floor, Lisa clutched Finn’s chest as they made their way through the motorhome. They passed her tiny bathroom, her microscopic closet. And then her bed was pressing against the backs of her legs. He put her down and stepped back, shoving his hands in his pockets. She shot a quick glance down at his crotch, where the bulge of his arousal made her giddy.
“I thought you were here for a physical therapy session,” she teased, still catching her breath.
He lifted his eyebrows. “I am. You said your bed was the best place. I’m being expeditious.”
She flushed, wondering if she’d jumped to the wrong conclusion. But the heat in his eyes told her otherwise. Not to mention the ridge in his pants.
“Very efficient.” She scooted to the edge of the bed and got
