Their ten year class reunion in Minneapolis brings Skylar face-to-face with Vince, awakening her memories of the past. She asks him to plan a hot, no-strings-attached hook-up to sustain her sexual fantasies while her intelligence unit is deployed to the Middle East. As their adventure unfolds, and he gives her exactly what she needs, Skylar wonders whether she can forget the man who put her desires first and asked for nothing in return. Skylar walked toward him, the picture of confidence and seduction in a black and white sheath dress that clung to her curves.
Her coppery-red hair rested on her right shoulder. Marine Corps base there. When he kissed her cheek, citrus and spice scents grabbed his attention.
He winked at her. He brushed the tip of his nose against hers. He kissed her lips softly, hoping to invoke the same desire unfurling in the pit of his stomach. He noted a slowness in her breathing. She brought her hand to the back of his head, and slowly moved her fingers in the short hairs there. Vince held her a little tighter. He teased her lips with the tip of his tongue, silently inviting her to taste him. The sounds of shoppers quieted as only her soft moan reached his ears.
Vince cupped her cheek and gave her one more gentle kiss before stepping back. She glanced down his body, then back to his eyes. A satisfied grin curled her glistening lips. I think we should continue this reunion in the privacy of your hotel room. She reached for his shirt collar, pulling him close again. He stuffed away his natural desire to get naked and wreck the bed in every way possible.
He pointed toward the hallway while gliding his other hand down her back to rest on her hip. Skylar had challenged him to organize their weekend together.
