He frowned. “You. Yes, the answer is you.”
“And that,” I said, placing my hand on his collarbone and feeling his pulse race under my fingertips, “is why I’m horny.”
“Not something I’d have called a turn on,” he said, his brow arching.
“What? Finding out that the once infamous playboy man whore has suddenly decided he’s a one-man kind of man? That’s pretty arousing,” I said, touched by the thought and the flusteredway he tried to make me stop, but couldn’t find it in him to argue because...I was accurately describing what was happening.
“God, please tell me I’m going to get laid so it makes up for how idiotic I feel right now,” he said, clearly flustered.
“So laid,” I told him with a wink as I grabbed my towel so I too could dress in normal clothes.
So very laid.
