It was hard to even form a thought. There was just pleasure. Need.
And that made her panic. She didn’t lose control with men. It wasn’t how she did things.
She broke the kiss and moved to unbutton the crisp white shirt beneath his suit. When she found skin, her lips claimed it.
She traced her tongue over the furious pulse in his neck and loved the slight saltiness she found.
James’s hands on her ass had her gasping and briefly halting in her exploration.
“This dress is too short.”
“Kris picked it out. Blame her.”
“I’m not complaining.”
He squeezed each ass cheek in his large hands while she continued to taste his neck.
Liquid fire gathered between her legs, and she trembled, needing so much more.
When he grabbed her chin and tugged her mouth back up, she didn’t resist and let him claim her in a kiss again.
Their tongues fused and lashed, and she was dimly aware of him hiking her leg up over his hip. Her dress eased higher, leaving her open to him.
He was quick to take advantage and his hand moved between her legs. His knuckles brushed over the tiny piece of fabric that covered her most intimate spot.
A gasp ripped from her, but it was lost in the kiss. His answering groan had the folds between her legs growing slicker.
His knuckles brushed again, firmer this time, and the world started to spin.
Lights flashed.
He tore away. Dropped her like she was a hot potato. She stumbled, trying to catch her balance.
“I think someone just came into the tent.” His words were uneven. Shaken.
So maybe not orgasmic lights flashing in her head, but someone opening the tent flap.
Reality hit hard.
Where she was.
Who she was with.
She tugged her dress back down and squeezed her thighs together in a hopeless effort to stop the ache.
She snuck a glance at him and was stunned to see how composed he was. How unaffected by what had just happened between them.
With her pride a bit wounded, Tori did what she was great at doing. She built that emotional fence back up between them.
“Well, I think I just proved my point. You’re going to be just fine, James Watson.”
She gave him a small smile and a pat on the chest, then left the tent.
The sudden stop at the stadium exit had Tori snapping out of the memory.
Thinking about that moment in the tent left her breathless. Like it had happened five minutes ago, not five months ago.
And then their paths hadn’t crossed again until she’d showed up for her first day at work.