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 slightly.

My trembling fingers hooked beneath the hem of the shirt, pulling it off.

And all the while…

His gaze never strayed from me.

It stayed locked on mine, following my every movement.

I shivered slightly…

From cold—or from want.

I wasn't quite sure.

What I did know was that I wanted...