I don’t say anything as he slowly comes closer to me. His gaze heats with each step till he is mere inches from me. “I’m sorry.” His voice is deep. The bravado causes my skin to pepper with goose bumps. Speaking through my dry throat, I croak out, “For?” Hesitantly, he places his hands on either side of me on the counter, dipping his head to breathe deeply at the nape of my neck. “For those women interrupting our night. I was enjoying spending time with you.” His lips barely ghost a kiss along my hairline behind my ear, making me tremble. My body is already reacting to his closeness. “Oh.” I can’t form words with him so close. “I was hoping you were having a good time too. I have an addiction to hearing your laughter,” he says, trailing small feathery kisses down my neck. His short beard rubbing along my jawline has me tipping my head back and fighting a moan. “Will you say yes to more of that?” he asks, pulling back to look into my half-lidded eyes. Fisting his shirt, I yank him closer, and he steps one leg between mine. “Yes, I want more of that.” His dimpled smirk only lasts for a second before the object I desire is on me—his lips.