Jackson puts the truck in park, just as I’m about to reach for the handle on my door he grabs my hand. I turn to face him but before I can speak, he’s kissing me. It’s slow and sweet, reminding me that we are in no rush at all and I lean into the kiss. When we break apart, I meet his lazy grin with one of my own. “I don’t know about you, but a nice long bath and a glass of wine are calling my name.” It’s literally been on my mind since we got out of the shower back at the hotel. Considering the amount of times we had sex this past weekend, I need a good forty minute soak.
