She sat up, touching her lips as she did so. That kiss had felt pretty damn real. It had also felt pretty damn good, too. She rested her hand on her right breast. The sensation of his hands on her nipple had made her legs feel like they were on fire. Her panties had grown damp when he’d played with her clit, and that’s when she’d realized what a fool she’d made of herself. Not that she wouldn’t have wanted him to have sex with her, but deep down inside she wasn’t a one night stand sort of girl. Okay, Jennifer had encouraged her to go a little wild, live her life because you didn’t know when your time was up, but she couldn’t bring herself to have sex with a guy she’d just met, no matter how sexy and nice he was. Especially one she’d never see again once he got off the train in Montana. Facing him again was going to be embarrassing, but she only had herself to blame. She stretched out her legs, feeling hungry all of a sudden. Glancing at her watch, she noticed it was already eight and the restaurant car would have started serving breakfast an hour ago.
