CJ finished with the towel and tossed it aside, his thoughts drifting towards a cigarette, a drink, and...Savannah's legs? His green eyes fixed on that slender appendage and slowly shifted along with her towel as she dried herself. It wasn't hard to imagine that it was his touch instead of hers, instead of the towel. Hell why not his mouth?
The girl knew what she was doing, didn't she? His tongue ran across his bottom lip as he approached, his fingers slid along the flat plain of her bare stomach. CJ moved behind her, his palm flattening against her abdomen to press her back against him. His lips brushed the curve of her ear and her hair tickled his cheek and neck. "I was thinking about a drink." And you in my bed.
His fingers gently wrapped around her wrist and he spun her around to face him. "I'm headed back to my room. Feel like joining me?"