Hard.Strip? Now? Here?“Strip,” he repeated. “Now. Here.”He leaned against the post at the foot of her bed and watched.She bit her lip. Moment of truth time. Her body wanted the clothes off her back and Dmitri on her front. Her mind called her ten kinds of idiot. Her curiosity cast the deciding vote. When would she ever have this kind of opportunity again, especially with a man who made her this hot? She couldn’t back out now.Her hands moved to the side zipper on her leather pants, but her eyes stayed on his face. Just looking at his firm, authoritative expression and his austere, compelling face sent a shiver down her spine. She couldn’t read his thoughts, but her body didn’t care. Her nipples tightened beneath their silk covering, and she slowly lowered the zipper.“You might want to take the boots off first,” he drawled, watching but not moving. “Unless you want to be stuck with your pants around your ankles and no place to go. Not that the image doesn’t have a certain naughty schoolgirl appeal.”
