Entering the dark bedroom, Con quickly shed his boxers as Tory headed straight for their king-sized bed. She sat on the side he normally slept on, then lowered her head, as if finding the black and white area rug somehow mesmerizing. With a single finger he turned on the touch lamp on the end table. Tory lifted her head; their gazes caught, held. Damn, she was sexy. Light blue eyes that sucked a man in and kept him there for eternity. Skin the gentlest shade of honey from the kiss of the sun. Hair that looked like spun silk fell over her shoulders. “Undress for me,” he murmured, unable to...