She was beautiful. He’d known she’d be, but . . . God. The bra was a frothy scrap of lace that cupped her breasts lovingly, while actually managing to cover very little. One good yank and he could tear it to shreds. And suddenly that was exactly what he wanted to do.

“Was that expensive?” he found himself asking.

“Not really, wh—”

He didn’t let her finish her question. He took the lace in his hand and pulled it apart, growling at the sound of ripping lace. The bra lay in tatters at her sides, held onto her shoulders by the straps.

Leaving her perfect breasts bare. He stared, only vaguely aware of her shocked gasp. Her skin was the same dusky bronze all over, answering a question he’d wondered about since first laying eyes on her.

“That shouldn’t have been so hot,” she murmured. “But it was.”

“You’re beautiful.”

Her hands remained behind her back, but her gaze raked him up and down, muddying his brain as much as a physical touch. “Hurry, Diesel.”

The words spurred him into motion. Pushing her to her back, he fumbled with the snap on her jeans. She’d settled her hands at her sides, but now took over the snaps and zipper.

“If you tear my jeans, I won’t have anything to wear home.”

“That’s okay with me,” he said, then pulled the denim down her legs, leaving her in only her panties. They matched the bra that he’d ruined. Lacy and covering almost nothing. He drew a breath before slowly tugging the lace down her legs, exposing pubic hair, neatly trimmed. The panties ended up on the floor.

Leaving her naked. Bronze skin and beautiful curves.

This is it. She’s here. Naked in my bed. And watching me. With eyes that promised more than her words had. He wondered if she knew.

And then he didn’t care because she let one knee fall to the side, opening herself to him. She was already wet. So wet he could see her glistening.

He wasn’t sure what to touch first. “I want to taste you.”

Her eyes flickered, doubt replacing some of her gorgeous arousal. Because HIV could be transmitted through vaginal secretion. Dammit. Damn me.

Needing to get them back to where they’d been, he backtracked. “But I won’t. Not now. Maybe in the future. But know that I want to. You smell . . .” Kneeling between her legs, he leaned down and drew a deep breath, filling his head with her intoxicating scent. “So damn sweet.”

He placed a chaste kiss on her abdomen, then set his fists on either side of her shoulders, lowering himself slowly until he could kiss her softly. “You’re more beautiful than I dreamed. And I dreamed, Dani. A lot.” He kissed her again, deepening the kiss until she was moving beneath him, her hips lifting in a rhythm that beckoned him to hurry.