She wanted to protest, wanted to demand Reid lose his clothes first, but if this was a test she had every intention of passing it. His ragged breath warmed the nape of her neck and boosted her courage. Along with the rest of her clothes, she would shed the specter of her only other lover. Her gaze holding his, she took a step back. She grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down past her hips, where a languid heaviness had already settled. She raised her hands to lift her hair off her neck, mostly to hide the shaking in her hands, partly to lift her breasts, and let the shorts slither to the floor. The stark desire in Reid’s face sent need rocketing through her. She stepped out of the shorts and kicked them away. Unfortunately she kicked off a flip-flop as well and it smacked Reid in the shin. He looked down, as if he couldn’t believe what had happened, and she clapped her hands to her mouth.
