““As he teased her lips with his tongue, she palmed his erection. “Want to do something about this while we wait for the cleanup crew to arrive?” She sure as hell did. She didn’t know if it was the adrenaline still coursing through her veins or just knowing that he wanted her, but she was already wet for him, her body tingling and desperate for his touch. “That depends ,” he whispered against her lips, leaning into her. “How do you feel about making love in front of an audience?” “That’s not my thing either,” she admitted. She had never been an exhibitionist. A throat cleared. “Then you might want to step away from my brother,” Richart drawled behind them, “so I won’t get an eyeful.” Krysta yanked her hand away so fast you’d think Étienne’s crotch had caught fire. Spinning around, she found Richart standing there with one eyebrow raised.””
