He breathed in and caught her flowery ocean scent, one of her red canyon surprises. He knew Sedona had been submerged four times in ancient seas. He’d learned that on her tour. He’d like to be submerged in her four times right now. He almost dipped down just to get his face against her neck, to catch all that heady scent. He smiled down at her instead, but she sidled away from him, a beautiful brown-eyed doe all too aware of a predator nearby. His brain skimmed low, diving beneath his rational processes. The hum of his desire for her buzzed in his ears. He tried to look away, but couldn’t. Entering his suite, he’d had a game plan, but right now his body kept calling out new scrimmage plays. He needed to keep Carly on a slow burn. He knew that. Yet all he could think as he tracked her movements was how much he wanted to maneuver her into the bedroom. How much better if he hadn’t slept with her that first night. Everything would be so different right now. He wouldn’t have her taste in his mouth or know the feel of her lips on his neck or what her body felt like when he thrust into her.
