“Will the sex be as good between us now as it was before?” I asked. “Did heat make it better?” “Heat made us want it more, but it didn’t make it better. If I fucked you in here, you’d enjoy it just as much.” He glanced down at the stone bed. “Almost as much. Because of the situation, not heat. Where did he touch you? How long did you dance?” “Careful there, Auggie. You’re starting to sound jealous.” His eyes flashed. “I am jealous. I’d have killed to be with you in that club.” I liked his honesty, and his confidence.
