Imogen shook her head, at a loss for words. Shells, what had she said to him last night? Maybe Kenzie would remember something of what they’d been up to before their men had split them up and tucked them into bed. She could feel R’ger’s breath hot against her skin, ranging from her shoulder to neck to her lips and chin and shuddered. This time it had nothing to do with feeling the awful after-effects of alcohol. If she wasn’t quite sure if she’d feel better before she was positive now. She felt fairly good, actually.
She glanced down as they passed over the threshold of the sleeping chamber, which was fairly small but adequate for anything they might think to try. Making up her mind she made her fingers release their death grip on his arms and spun, taking the few strides to the bed and shedding his shirt before she could lose her nerve. Once she was naked she shifted awkwardly, not sure if it was better or worse that she wasn’t facing him.
Worse. If she was going to do this she was going to enjoy it, because no doubt Kenzie would thwack the back of her head if she made this an uncomfortable experience. She’s seen Fen flinch at her smacks and he was no small boy. She’d rather not feel that sting.
Once she turned again to face her bronze rider she gained some confidence. His expression did a lot to boost her ego. Unexpertly she sank down to the bed, leaning back on her hands and gazing up at him. She didn’t feel sexy, really, but her breasts were on display. They seemed to be doing fine without any extra help from her.