was beyond me. Tonight, I’d be pulling out my vibrator that I’d luckily packed and use it until all thoughts of Leo were a distant memory.
Instead of answering and likely having my voice crack from his proximity and hotness, I shook my head and adjusted the strap of my bag on my shoulder.
Leo looked me up and down before licking his lips. “What do you say we go?”
I felt like he wanted to say more but was holding himself back, or maybe it was my imagination at work with my hormones zipping through my veins.
Holding the door open for me, I swore I felt Leo’s hand touch mine as I passed, but when I looked down, it was by his side.
We walked silently and as far apart as the halls would allow to the elevators, but once we were inside and headed downstairs, it was like a magnet was trying to pull us together. The harder I fought the urge, the more I wanted to place my hands on him and rub them over the ridges of the muscles I’d seen earlier. I wanted to drop to my knees and feel the weight of his cock on my lips before I sucked it deep into my throat.
Before I had a chance to make my move, the elevator dinged, signaling for us to get off.
Being around Leo was making it damn hard to think about anything but sex, but as I saw Jordan and Camilla whispering harsh words to each other the moment I stepped out of the elevator, my libido cooled a fraction.
I knew it wouldn’t hit igloo temps until I took care of myself and was hundreds if not thousands of miles away from the Swede I wanted to get in my pants.
“What was that with you and Jordan?” I asked the moment we found four loungers together and placed my towel down.
“Nothing.” She shook her head. When I gave her a disbelieving look, she finally admitted. “Just wedding stuff. It’s not a big deal.”
“Fine, if you say so,” I relented. Kicking my foot out, I tapped her with my toe. “You didn’t tell me Jordan’s friend looked like that.” I tilted my head in Leo’s direction.
“Because he didn’t. Last I saw Leo, which admittedly was probably close to two years ago, he was this tall, lanky kid, but now…”
“He’s all man,” I finished for her.
“He is,” she agreed breathlessly.
Jabbing her in the side with my elbow, I laughed. “You can’t be thinking like that. Not when you’re only days away from getting married.”
“Who said? Looking isn’t touching,” she bit out.
I turned to my best friend to find her staring over at Jordan who was damn near panting over a couple of girls in barely there bikinis, who stood beside him at the bar. On the other side of him was Leo, who had his own gaggle of women vying for his attention.
“You can’t be mad at Jordan. He’s only talking to them while he waits for our drinks.” Since the day I met him, her fiancé had always had women throwing themselves at him. While he seemed to love the attention not once had he stepped out on Camilla. She, on the other hand, I couldn’t say the same was true. She’d get jealous, hit on some random guy while out at a bar, and then end up going home with him.
For her sake and Jordan’s, I hoped she was over trying to make him jealous.
“I’m not, but…” she turned to look at me and the pain in her eyes made my heart ache for her, “do you think once he’s wearing a wedding ring, women will stop shamelessly flirting with him?”
From what I knew, a ring didn’t stop women from going after what they wanted, but I wasn’t going to tell her that. If I did, she’d probably end up doing something she’d regret.
“I know I wouldn’t hit on a guy if he looked like he was married.” I looked back over to Leo and Jordan who were headed toward us with our drinks in hand. “You don’t need to worry. Jordan only has eyes for you.”
Was Camilla only marrying Jordan because she thought there was a possibility women might stop hitting on him if he wore a wedding ring?
“Alright, ladies, we’ve got you your fruity drinks.” Jordan bowed as he handed first Camilla hers and then me, mine.
Leo sat down with a bucket of beers and placed it on the table between him and Jordan. Flipping