“What? You want your shirt all the way off, don’t you?” He stood up and leaned against her, his firm chest brushing against her swollen nipples. “Here, pull them out for two seconds.” He shifted her hands up out of her pockets, then before she could blink, he had her shirt yanked down her arms and onto the floor. The bra followed and she was totally naked from the waist up.

She was about to wrap her arms around him and scrape her nails across his broad back, but he forced her hands back in the jeans pockets.

“No,” she protested.

“Yes.” Ty stepped back. “Let me look at you.”

Imogen felt a pang of self-consciousness, her shoulders slumping slightly forward.

But then Ty said, “Oh, baby, look at how gorgeous you are.” His jaw was clenched, his erection clearly visible in his jeans. “Such creamy, soft skin.” His finger floated up her arm, barely skimming the flesh. “Silky hair . . . so dark, so sexy.”

He flicked the end of her hair, causing it to slide across her shoulder and chest, and Imogen forgot to be self-conscious. She licked her lips, aware that she was breathing hard, her fingers digging into her own flesh to give her something to hold on to.

Ty gave a soft moan. “Do that again.”

“What?”

“Lick your lips. I bet you can do amazing things with that tongue, knowing what it does in my mouth.”

Imogen straightened and did it again, dragging her tongue slowly across her bottom lip, enjoying the way his eyes darkened, the way he stared at her mouth in dark fascination.

“Do you leave your glasses on or take them off when you’re having sex?” he asked, his voice low and rough.

They weren’t sliding down her nose at the moment, so Imogen wasn’t bothered by them. She shrugged. “I don’t know. It depends. Why?”

“Because things are about to get down and dirty, and I don’t want to knock them off your face by accident.”

Down and dirty. She liked the sound of that, though she couldn’t picture anything they would do that would send her glasses sailing off her face. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Can you see without them?” Ty played with the stems, lifting the frames up and down on her nose.

“I certainly can’t see when you do that.”

He grinned and let them go. “Sorry.”

“Things are a little blurry without them but I can manage. But I need my hands to take them off.”

Ty leaned forward and kissed her long and tenderly, his mouth open as it took hers over and over. “Okay. I can take the glasses off for you, but I’ll let you have your hands back. For now.”