Page 74 of The Work Wife

If he’d thought the sundress pulled up to her thighs was sexy, he’d never imagined this vision before him.

The towel was barely covering her and her brown eyes were wide.

“I forgot to take clothes in with me,” she said, pointing to her suitcase with one hand while clutching the ends of the towel with the other.

He said nothing. Did nothing. Just stood there watching.

It took him longer than it should have to notice she was struggling with the zipper on her suitcase, one-handed. She’d bent down and the towel was about to reveal something he never knew he wanted to see.

“A little help?” she said.

“Of course. I’m sorry.” He rushed over to unzip the suitcase and took a step back.

Or was it a step closer? Yes, it may have been closer.

Chapter 14

She wasn’t sure if he moved toward her or she toward him, but she and Wes were kissing.

Heat—hotter than she’d felt from all their earlier, pretend kisses—seared through her veins as his arms wound around her waist, pulling her closer. She opened her mouth to deepen the kiss, and let out a satisfied moan when his tongue greeted hers.

His hands moved up and down her body while all hers could do was cling to his shirt and hold on for dear life. She’d let go of the towel so both hands were free to explore his muscles. It stayed in place only because they were pressed together so closely.

It was the most perfect moment, and she was about to suggest they move to one of the beds when he backed away with a start. Blinking at her in confusion, he tried to catch his breath.

“What happened?” he asked, his voice rough.

She frowned at his reaction, pulling the edges of the towel together before it fell. “We kissed a little.” She shrugged and pulled the towel closer. Her cheeks were hot.

“A little?” His brows rose as he called her out on the understatement of the year.

He wasn’t drunk. She wasn’t even drunk. But she used it as an excuse to get her out of this embarrassing situation. She needed some excuse, because the only reason that came to mind for kissing him was because he’d smelled good when he bent close to her to open her suitcase. That didn’t seem like a viable explanation.

“I think we’ve both had too much to drink,” she reasoned.

He opened his mouth as if to protest, but then shut it and nodded. “Are you done in the bathroom? I think I need a shower too.”

She bit her lip to keep from smiling. No matter who had made the first move, he was affected. She took pleasure in this knowledge and nodded toward the bathroom. “I’m done. Go ahead.”

She was asleep before he came out.

* * * *

When Jamie woke the next morning, her husband was sleeping in the other queen bed. It only took a second for the memories from the night before to fill in.

God, they’d kissed. And not because anyone was looking. And not because they’d had too much to drink.

It had been real. Real confusing.

She got dressed and hurried out of the room to buy some extra time.

The rest of the group was gathering in the lobby, ready to go to breakfast.

“Did you wear him out?” Curt joked, earning a jab to the ribs from his wife.

“He’ll be here shortly,” she said, though she really didn’t know. “Why don’t we go ahead?”

She ordered Wes’s coffee and then his food, debating whether or not to text him. But he showed up a few minutes later with a friendly hello to everyone. He leaned over and stiffly kissed the top of her head before sitting next to her.