Less than two hours of talk, frantic kisses and the glorious moment she came apart for him didn't come close to satisfying Chris. On the contrary, he hungered for Jill more than ever. Worse, she burned just as hot for him, and Chris needed to act as the voice of reason, peeling his woman from his chest lest they get caught by her husband. Don't mind me, dude, just making sweet love to your wife. Somehow he couldn't see that scenario ending well.
"Meet me tonight," he asked. Leaning his forehead against hers, he waited for his racing heart to calm ? not likely to happen while he remained in close proximity to her, but he pretended to try.
"I wish I could," she murmured wistfully. "But I can't. He'll know something's up."
"Something is," he growled, grabbing her hand and placing it over his groin.