Her hair fell over her bare shoulders in a tumbled mass. Tendrils, rich and thick, licked her pink-tipped breasts. Her slim waist gently curved into full hips. Will’s heartbeat crashed inside his chest, and he looked away before he completely lost himself in the sight of her. “Put some clothes on, honey,” he whispered. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and dampness collected against his skin beneath his shirt. Want and need, like a fist, tightened in his gut and sent fiery fingers creeping down into his groin. He closed his eyes tightly and counted to five as he willed himself to remain cool and detached from the woman who stood before him, completely nude. Slowly, he opened his eyes again. “No, I won’t.” Lori gazed down her slim nose at him, her mouth curved in a defiant scowl. “What’s wrong with me, Will?” She stepped closer to him until her knees touched his. Will drew in his breath to get his thoughts in order, but only succeeded in drawing in the delicate lilac scent of her perfume.
