I'd never known a sweaty man could smell so damn good.
His hands stroked down my arms and I felt his lips on the crown of my head. "Let's go. See you later, Daniel."
I waved goodbye as we walked away. "Thanks, Daniel."
"Anytime."
"I bet," James muttered. "He couldn't keep his eyes off your tits."
"They're very nice tits."
He made a low growling noise. I hid my amusement.
He smacked my butt hard enough to send me forward a step and leave behind a hot sting even through my pants.
"That damned Band-Aid you call a shirt doesn't leave much to the imagination. Don't take long in the shower. You're just going to get sweaty again."
"Wait." I caught his arm before he passed the women's locker room on the way toward the men's. "Would it gross you out if I told you I didn't want you to shower?
If I said I want to find someplace really close by where I could jump you while you're still dripping sweat?"
