He thought of Kira, just a few doors down the same hall, probably already in bed, naked and soft in sleep, lips parted as she dreamed.
Lust roared through his veins as he imagined waking her, trailing kisses up her bare shoulder to her sweet mouth, his hands roaming over the swells of her body.
Fuck.
Would he ever think of her without getting hard? Without wanting to bury himself inside her?
He stood and paced the room. He’d spent almost every night in Kira’s room since he’d shown her the house in Lake Forest. Now he’d gone one night without her and his body was hungry for a fix.
He hesitated only briefly, then went to his walk-in closet and opened one of the drawers. A few seconds later, he was leaving his suite of rooms and stepping into the darkened hallway.