London slid her palm along firm, warm skin and smiled. This was her favorite kind of dream, a warm body, slow caresses, and no need to rush. She hoped she never woke up.
“If you slide your hand any lower, I’m going to take it as an invitation.”
The silky rumble of a Catalan accent penetrated her brain. Her fingers playing along his waistband froze, then her hand slapped flat in embarrassment.
“Umph! Easy now.”
Hard abs tightened to rows of ridged muscle under her hand. Slowly, she lifted her head to find very interested caramel eyes looking back at her. Reality smacked front and center, and she wracked her brain in a panic, trying to remember anything past the third barhop last night.
That’s what she got for drinking on very little sleep and after such a hard workout with the hotel tr
