Not regretting the fact that his mind had slipped up after a lack of sleep the night before and helped him forget to put on a tee shirt. Not in the least. Not with her fingers and palm running over his bare abdomen. Although he was quickly remembering that women could be pure evil when he felt one finger outline the hem of the jeans he wore.
He should have remembered that they were out in the middle of everything, outside and in public. Making out with her hand feeling along bare skin. But his concentration was only on one thing at the moment. Or rather one person.
Only someone knocking something over a half dozen feet away made him break off the thorough exploration of Ella's mouth and lips and tongue. Taking a second to breathe, he finally said, "So, hole three?"