When he’d had this crazy idea, he’d had no idea seeing her was going to affect him this way. She was still so fucking gorgeous. He would rather see her long, smooth, honey-blonde hair loose than pulled back into the low ponytail she wore, but her oval face was perfect enough even without hair framing it. Her turquoise eyes had the same ocean-colored sparkle, her high cheekbones tinged with peach, her full mouth still begging to be kissed. He felt himself hardening as he looked at her mouth and he looked quickly back at his empty beer bottle. This wasn’t exactly going the way he’d planned. “Go on,” she prompted him, her voice even more gentle and warm than he remembered. Her softness, her thoughtfulness, her caring were all things that stuck in his mind when he thought of Ainslie. Not to mention her lush, little body and how hot she’d been for him. Christ, nobody had ever been so hot for him. Ever. He had to know if all those things had been real.
