Chapter Twelve
Jade
A few hours later, I walked at Walker’s side up the stairs. This inn had only one elevator since it was an older building. When we noticed the line of people waiting for the elevator, we elected to take the stairs at the end of the hallway. It was only two flights.
Although I’d had a few glasses of champagne over the course of the evening, I wasn’t drunk. If I’d ever been tipsy, that had worn off. As it was, my entire body felt as if it were fizzing like champagne—alive and bubbling from the sparks of need Walker elicited.
His hand was warm where it rested at the dip in my waist. I wished it would slide down over my bottom, and I was a bit startled at that. I wasn’t prone to craving a man’s touch, but Walker was proving to be the exception to many rules. We crested
