Gia had no idea how long she’d lain there, her body a puddle of melted lust poured over Luke. It turned out fantasies were pretty freaking awesome. Living out a naughty dream, jumping outside the comfort zone, making incredible memories. She’d been hopeful. And Luke’s rep had pretty much guaranteed awesome sex. So she’d followed the gettin’ it plan on the surface, telling herself it’d be totally awesome. But still, in the back of her mind, she had shored up plenty of justifications in case everything fell apart. She’d worried that maybe she’d chicken out. Or that by the time she found him, he’d already have hooked up with someone for the weekend. Or, high-score freak-out, that when they did get together, it’d be mediocre. That they’d have blah, average sex despite the makeover and Las Vegas mojo. Nothing blah, average or boring about this sex. It’d been mind-blowingly incredible. She gave a little shiver, her thighs pressing together as if holding tight to the memory.
