Chapter 8
Matt’s impulse to kiss Ashley, stunning in her figure-hugging blue dress, had been amplified the entire motorcycle drive from his house to the hotel.
Maybe he should have taken the Bentley but he’d hoped the wind against his body would help knock some sense into him. Her constant touch just made his desire burn.
He’d hoped the walk through the air-conditioned restaurant near the pool would cool him down, but that hadn’t worked either. He’d realized that sitting across from the prettiest woman he’d ever met, each with drinks in their hands they’d halfway finished, would not help at all.
And now that they had kissed? He wanted more.
He inched his chair back and the legs squeaked. “Are you ready for dinner?”
She sighed, peered at the blue pool, and then met his gaze. Her brown
