indication, Lynn had enjoyed witnessing the exchange as much as she did.
Sloan had to look away before she spontaneously combusted. She studied the pattern of stones beneath her shoes until her breathing returned to normal. Then her gaze lifted to Mark’s to find him grinning as he licked the last of the juicy sweetness from his fingers with extra relish, promising he knew where her mind had gone—straight into the gutter.
Desire crackled in the air between them.
Lynn broke the moment when she laughed out loud. “You two are great together, you know that? You don’t even have to be touching and I can see the attraction.”
“Pretty awesome, isn’t it?” Mark winked at them both.
“Yes, it definitely is.” Sloan grinned. “Careful though, or Lynn might get the wrong idea. Unless of course, you want her and Sebastian to see how well you can clean that stick off.”
Mark froze.
For one horrible second she feared she’d taken their playful banter too far. Then the dilation of his pupils along with his gruff tone convinced Sloan her instincts had been dead-on. He’d hoped to tease all three of them, not her alone.
It’d worked. And she found she liked the idea.
“We better head to the platform or we’ll miss the next train.” Sebastian cleared his throat then scrubbed his hands over his face, the bulge in his jeans impossible to miss. Lynn dropped a chaste peck on Mark’s cheek then took her fiancé’s arm, letting the subject drop with no hard feelings.
They hustled into the station, cleared customs then boarded a sleek, advanced train. Public transportation here exceeded all options available at home. Sloan wished she could hop on something like this in NYC and zip over to the Midwest—quick, cheap and green.
Quiet and introspective, Mark ushered her into the window seat in a row for two passengers while Sebastian and Lynn took the pair of spaces across the aisle from them in the remarkably comfortable car. When Sloan peeked over at the other couple, they were making out, indulging in a long, slow mating of lips and tongues.
Despite Sebastian’s attempt to battle his urges, it seemed Mark had inspired a sexual reaction in his partner.
She grinned at the couple, nudging Mark in the ribs with her elbow. He blinked then shifted his stare from the seatback in front of him. Had Sebastian’s earlier refusal to play their game upset him?
Sloan squeezed his hand. The young man looked into her eyes, allowing her to study him closely. Slight lines had formed at the corners of his mouth. “Are you okay?”
“Terrific.” He beamed. “I’m on an adventure with my Cougar and my two best friends after an amazing night. What more could I want?”
The wistful cast to his rhetorical question made her itch to fill whatever void plagued him. She folded their armrest up then tugged his hand until he abolished the gap between them.
When she settled against his warm side, something hard jabbed her hip. “What do you have in your pocket? Or are you happy to sit next to me?”
She wiggled her eyebrows and he laughed, shaking free from the gloom shrouding him.
“Sorry to disappoint. That’s my iPod.” He shifted to one side, delving into the ripped, European-style denim hugging his slim hips for the device. “I like to listen to music when I travel.”
“Who do you have queued up?” She wrapped her fingers around his wrist, loving the contrast of her crimson nails and his olive complexion. When he rotated the screen, she frowned. “Angels and Airwaves. Huh. Never heard of them. Damn, that makes me feel old.”
“Why should it? Here, we’ll listen together. Then you’ll know they kick ass.” He handed her one of his earbuds before situating the other so he could hear too. “This album is my favorite. It’s called Love .”
Sloan’s chest lurched at the look he shared with her—hot enough she wondered why she hadn’t melted into a puddle on the floor. She sighed then rested her head on his
Sloan had to look away before she spontaneously combusted. She studied the pattern of stones beneath her shoes until her breathing returned to normal. Then her gaze lifted to Mark’s to find him grinning as he licked the last of the juicy sweetness from his fingers with extra relish, promising he knew where her mind had gone—straight into the gutter.
Desire crackled in the air between them.
Lynn broke the moment when she laughed out loud. “You two are great together, you know that? You don’t even have to be touching and I can see the attraction.”
“Pretty awesome, isn’t it?” Mark winked at them both.
“Yes, it definitely is.” Sloan grinned. “Careful though, or Lynn might get the wrong idea. Unless of course, you want her and Sebastian to see how well you can clean that stick off.”
Mark froze.
For one horrible second she feared she’d taken their playful banter too far. Then the dilation of his pupils along with his gruff tone convinced Sloan her instincts had been dead-on. He’d hoped to tease all three of them, not her alone.
It’d worked. And she found she liked the idea.
“We better head to the platform or we’ll miss the next train.” Sebastian cleared his throat then scrubbed his hands over his face, the bulge in his jeans impossible to miss. Lynn dropped a chaste peck on Mark’s cheek then took her fiancé’s arm, letting the subject drop with no hard feelings.
They hustled into the station, cleared customs then boarded a sleek, advanced train. Public transportation here exceeded all options available at home. Sloan wished she could hop on something like this in NYC and zip over to the Midwest—quick, cheap and green.
Quiet and introspective, Mark ushered her into the window seat in a row for two passengers while Sebastian and Lynn took the pair of spaces across the aisle from them in the remarkably comfortable car. When Sloan peeked over at the other couple, they were making out, indulging in a long, slow mating of lips and tongues.
Despite Sebastian’s attempt to battle his urges, it seemed Mark had inspired a sexual reaction in his partner.
She grinned at the couple, nudging Mark in the ribs with her elbow. He blinked then shifted his stare from the seatback in front of him. Had Sebastian’s earlier refusal to play their game upset him?
Sloan squeezed his hand. The young man looked into her eyes, allowing her to study him closely. Slight lines had formed at the corners of his mouth. “Are you okay?”
“Terrific.” He beamed. “I’m on an adventure with my Cougar and my two best friends after an amazing night. What more could I want?”
The wistful cast to his rhetorical question made her itch to fill whatever void plagued him. She folded their armrest up then tugged his hand until he abolished the gap between them.
When she settled against his warm side, something hard jabbed her hip. “What do you have in your pocket? Or are you happy to sit next to me?”
She wiggled her eyebrows and he laughed, shaking free from the gloom shrouding him.
“Sorry to disappoint. That’s my iPod.” He shifted to one side, delving into the ripped, European-style denim hugging his slim hips for the device. “I like to listen to music when I travel.”
“Who do you have queued up?” She wrapped her fingers around his wrist, loving the contrast of her crimson nails and his olive complexion. When he rotated the screen, she frowned. “Angels and Airwaves. Huh. Never heard of them. Damn, that makes me feel old.”
“Why should it? Here, we’ll listen together. Then you’ll know they kick ass.” He handed her one of his earbuds before situating the other so he could hear too. “This album is my favorite. It’s called Love .”
Sloan’s chest lurched at the look he shared with her—hot enough she wondered why she hadn’t melted into a puddle on the floor. She sighed then rested her head on his
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