My gaze snapped to him.
“What?” I whispered.
He groaned, softly.
“If you keep asking me questions, Rosie. I'm going to leave you hanging.”
“Strip.” he ordered.
And almost immediately—
My pussy clenched in response, heat pooling between my thighs.
I slowly began peeling off my clothes, starting with the shorts.
His gaze followed the movement, eyes darkening...