He couldn't seem to get the image of her in her mini night gown out of his head.
Those long, smooth legs of hers, her puckering breasts…
The dress left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
And his imagination had gone a thousand miles ahead of him…
But that wasn't why he had invited her. Yet he knew it would be difficult to keep his hands off her for the entirety of the night.
And each second that passed confirmed that thought. Her bewitching lilac scent even made things worse. Just lying beside her for a few minutes and he was hard as a rock.
This had never happened to him before…
He hardly got aroused so easily, especially by something as simple as a scent.
And her warmth…
God.
Yet he found himself snuggling closer against her.
She wanted to know what he was thinking…
Did he tell her the truth? "I suppose I could." He mumbled.
