“Nope. Not in my room, not on my bike. Some things are sacred, babe.”
While the implications of that statement settled in my mind and chest, he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me to him, nuzzling my neck.
“I’m gonna grab a beer,” he said, releasing me. “You want one?”
My entire body was humming, and my stomach was doing somersaults. Alcohol sounded more like a necessity than a want. “Sure. Thanks.”
Link headed toward the minifridge while I went to my bag and started pulling clothes out. I was setting the first pile into the top drawer of Link’s dresser when he reached around me and snagged something from the top. Holding it by the straps, he eyed the red satin slip and then looked at me.
“Damn.”
He looked hungry. Ferocious. It made my girly bits quiver and my legs turn to rubber.
“I gotta go check on a couple things downstairs and you should probably let the girls know you’re here. I’ll be done in an hour, max, and when I get back I want you wearing this.”
Without waiting for me to respond, he set my beer on top of the dresser and walked out.
