She was buttoning her shirt over her luscious breasts. The woman was something to behold, and even now, while aftershocks of his orgasm still coursed through his system, his body wanted more. But more than what his libido wanted, his heart wanted more. But he knew he needed to prove that to her. The scent of sex mingled with the rich perfume of her body. He liked it. When he reached toward her and ran his fingers through her curls to bring some semblance of order back to her hair, he thought she never looked more beautiful. He shook his head. He’d just made love to her in the back of his limo. Would they ever make it to a bed again? They were only minutes from her house. His plan had been to take her home, kiss her goodnight and thank her for a wonderful dinner, but instead, he hadn’t been able to keep his hands off of her. “I have to go to Chattanooga this weekend. I need you to come with me,” he said with an ease that was totally fake.
