Poor Kiara would have envisioned that it would be too dark for him to figure out her delicious curves, but to hell with the lights.

  If only she'd known how he had already pictured her naked a thousand times, she'd gouge his eyes out.

  Wrapping her arms across her chest, she shuffled her foot as she tried to make out his expression through the pitch blackness of the elevator.

  “What's the use of striping? You can even see—

  “Leave that to me. Now do it.” Dante cut in, struggling to normalize his ragged breaths as he reached to unbuckle his belt.

  Damn it! The suspense was killing him, but he'd...