“The bedroom,” she whispered. “Oh, damn. I’ve never felt like this.” She looked down between them, where their groins were all but fused together. “Did I really do that? Are you hard…for me?”
Something about the plaintive tone of her voice caught at his heart, and Todd swore he would have his tongue ripped out by the roots before he revealed that he had actually been fantasizing about Ingrid Johansen when she showed up at his door, randy as a cat in heat. “Absolutely,” he said, sliding a hand inside her blouse. Her breast was small but firm, the skin soft as silk under his exploring fingers.
With exaggerated care, he carried her into his bedroom and laid her down on the bed. The last light of the sun was fading, so he switched on a bedside lamp, illuminating her body in gold.
“No,” he s
