It didn’t take much to recall those same shoulders and thighs, naked and pressed against the length of her body last week. More than once, she had to stifle a groan at the memory of how he’d given her those orgasms. Even with all those thoughts running through her mind, she’d stayed alert and was able to answer any questions asked and was able to provide in-depth information about any location upon request. Tomorrow they would be visiting the three properties that she had recommended.

“Would you like any dessert?” Kaegan asked her.

“No, thank you.”

What she wanted to do was go to the hotel and up to her room. The more she was in Kaegan’s presence, the more her body was beginning to ache with remembered passion, causing a shameful magnetism that was liable to get out of control if she wasn’t careful. It had helped somewhat when Eric had been with them. Now it was just the two of them and it was causing spikes of heat to invade several parts of her body...especially the nipples of her breasts. It didn’t take much to remember his mouth on them.

“Are you ready to leave?”

She glanced over at him. He’d asked her a question and was looking at her, expecting an answer. However, the moment she looked into his eyes, it was as if she was incapable of speech. Instead her mind latched on to the darkness of his eyes—eyes belonging to a hot-blooded male. A man with the ability to give her pleasure like none other. A man who could work up a sexual hunger inside of her without much effort.

When she didn’t say anything, he asked, “Bryce? Are you okay?”

She snapped back to reality and said, “I’m fine. Sorry, my mind was elsewhere.” She was glad he merely nodded and didn’t inquire just where that elsewhere was. “And, yes, I’m ready to go.”

By the time they’d reached the hotel, she was a heated mess. Riding with him in the car had provided an intimate setting as the driver whisked them through the Boston streets. It wasn’t far, yet the ride seemed to take forever. She wasn’t sure what was more intoxicating—the scent of his cologne or his hair, unbound and hanging wildly around his shoulders.

When they reached the hotel lobby, she knew she had to part ways with him and quickly. Once she got to her room, she would soak in a bathtub of bubbles before going to bed. They wouldn’t be leaving the hotel until noon to tour those other locations. That would give her time to sleep late. If he called to invite her to breakfast, she would decline.

When they headed toward the elevator, she figured now was the time to spare him that call. “I plan to sleep late tomorrow and will probably grab a late breakfast.”

He nodded as he walked beside her. She tried ignoring just how in sync their movements were. “Those are my plans, as well,” he replied smoothly as they stepped on the elevator.