Page 84 of Just Wait

I need more of those smiles from him. He’s always so observant and serious. Seeing him finally relax and enjoy himself is addictive.

The room is dark. Some light filters through the huge window, since the curtains aren’t pulled, but it’s mostly ambient lighting from the city. Kincaid must have been responsible for lowering the volume of the music. When Riser and I first came into the primary bedroom, it was so loud that it vibrated in my bones. Now it’s at a reasonable level, where I can still hear it, but it’s not obnoxiously loud.

My eyes lose focus as I stare out the window. We’re pretty high up, though I didn’t memorize the floor or anything. The lights twinkle, sparkling magically. Sweat beads on my back and between my breasts, and I pull a hand up to fan my face.

“Is it hot in here?” I ask. “Did we maybe forget to turn on the air conditioner for this room?”

“Nah, that’s normal,” Riser says from behind me. He slides up to my back, looping his arm around and offering me a bottle of water. “You should hydrate. You’ll feel like shit tomorrow if you let yourself get too dehydrated.”

“I’m not thirsty,” I say on autopilot.

“You’ll feel better if you drink.” He gives the bottle a shake.

I take it and drink a long swig.

Huh.

It is refreshing.

Spinning around, I offer it to him. He takes a drink before prying the cap from my hand and setting the bottle down on the nightstand.

He’s a few inches shorter than Malcolm and Kincaid, but he still towers over me. I rise onto my tiptoes, and he dips his head, meeting me in the middle for a kiss.

My hands rest on his shirt to keep myself steady.

That woman was right.

It is soft.

His lips are too, and his tongue.

His short stubble is scratchy, and I’m living for all the sensations. My fingertips work under the material of his shirt, and I gasp. His warm skin feels better than the shirt.

“I’m so hot. I don’t know how you’re not boiling alive,” I say between kisses, lifting the material and tugging it up his chest. He yanks his shirt off, and it disappears as I stare into his dark eyes. There’s so little light, but I don’t need any to know he’s handsome.

His mouth lowers to mine once more, and my hands land on his forearms as I lift up to kiss him. Hell, I don’t even know when I settled flat on my feet, but I love how sturdy he feels.

Riser has the slenderest build of the three guys, and I want to spend some time exploring him without his shirt on.

Pure bliss sizzles under my skin as my eyes fall shut, and I lose myself in the moment.

My hands run up and down his forearms, and my forehead wrinkles.

What are those bumps?

Wait…

I thought he took his shirt off.

I lower until I’m flat on my feet, breaking the kiss.

My hands fly to his left forearm, and I bring it up, examining it.

He’s shirtless.

I didn’t imagine that.

My jaw falls as my thumb runs over the jagged lines. They’re immediately recognizable, and I gasp.