She blinked, looking again at the bed, remembering every inch of Dominik’s body as if he was next to her. She didn’t know how, after four times the night before, but she was ready to go again. Hearing the shower, she thought of joining him in it. She had the strongest urge to kiss him, Kira’s interference be damned. She bit her lip and decided against it, knowing she wouldn’t start anything with Kira coming back. Hearing a chuckle at the end of the bed, Clare giggled. She’d been caught staring at the bathroom door. Clare waved at Kira to go away. Kira shook her head in denial. Her hair tumbled around her shoulders at the motion. She signaled that she wasn’t leaving until Clare followed her. “Why aren’t we speaking?” Clare grumbled and slid to the edge of the bed. “We’re sneaking out on the men to go shopping and have some girl time,” Kira said softly. Giggling, she tossed Clare a tight black shirt—well, a shirt that would have been tight on Kira’s larger breasts, but bagged a little on Clare’s smaller endowments—and a miniskirt.
