Lea dressed for dinner later that evening with her mind still replaying their conversation on the terrace. When he’d come to join her, still dressed in nothing but his close-fitting swimming briefs, she had almost fainted on the spot with lust. And when he’d placed her hand on his bare thigh, it had been all she could do not to move it up higher. Her hand had tingled the whole time he’d held it.
When he’d repeatedly stroked his thumb across her palm, a fluttery sensation had gone through her belly, and her female hormones went crazy. They were still going crazy. Her body was awake to needs it hadn’t been conscious of before. Needs that made her long to have his hands stroking other places on her body. Places where no one had ever touched her.
Lea smoothed down the black all-in-one, spagh
