Tangled together in her bed, Indy fought the urge to run her hands over Griffin’s body. They were both still panting and slicked with sweat. She pressed against him, seeking his warmth, his solid presence.
“You keep rubbing against me like that and you won’t be getting any sleep.”
She nipped his shoulder. “Promise?”
When he rolled over and covered her body with his, she sucked in a sharp breath. Richard had never even considered twice in a night. I guess fifteen years makes quite a difference.
She was doing it again. Comparing Griffin to Richard wasn’t fair. She had to stop.
She lay spread-eagle on her bed, chilled but satisfied. Her nerves tingled. Griffin returned from the bathroom and slid next to her.
Goose bumps rose on her flesh. He held a glass of water above her face.
“Want
