He’d been with a lot of women but he didn’t remember ever running across one who could send his blood pressure shooting through the top of his head with a simple stroke of her fingers and tongue.
He felt the comfortable swell in his pants and lifted his head up to peer at the door. He thought of going to Flora’s room. He dropped his head back to the pillow.
A smile spread across his face as he envisioned her standing naked in the tab, bubbles sliding down over her curves. He wondered what Angie would think if she found out that he had been intimate with Flora.
He frowned at the thought of Angie, it was none of her business. He pushed himself up to his elbows, remembering how Angie had been raving on and on about her awful cousin. What an angel Flora had proved to be.
He flopped back and folded his arms across his chest, scowling the ceiling. Flora was more beautiful and mature than Angie could ever hope to be, he told himself. The opportunity for him to fall in love and start a family with Flora had just presented itself.
There wasn’t a man alive who could romance a woman with finesse like Ricky O’Donnell. He promised himself to make Flora happy. And he’d do just that, he told himself with a confident smile as he closed his eyes. Starting tomorrow.