The man was mid-forties, single, lean and muscular in all the right places. Nobody other than Michael filled out tight jeans in quite the same way. Now, here he was, all blue-eyed intense and tongue-tied.

What the hell was he waiting for?

The ice cube wept over her super-heated flesh, leaving droplets to wander over the soft mounds. Andy’s gaze remained riveted on her chest as he mindlessly rubbed his palms over sweat-soaked jeans.