Once her shirt was gone, her pretty, little white bra on display, I couldn’t help but imagine the flesh hiding behind it. Images of her body flashed through my mind, and I could practically feel her soft skin, could nearly taste it. Lifting my eyes to her face, I playfully told her, “I love this game.”

She laughed, so hopefully she was more amused than embarrassed. Getting her uncomfortable wasn’t my goal. Kiera playfully tossed her shirt at me, being a good sport. I immediately inhaled it, flooding my mind with her scent. And that was when something I’d been expecting happened—the doorbell rang.

Kiera instantly lunged for her shirt, like she was going to put it back on. No way, this is my trophy. Standing up, I took a step away from her. I set it on the counter with a bright smile. “Oh, good—food’s here,” I told her.

She seemed mystified by that. And mortified. She crossed her arms and legs like the person at the door could somehow see her. “What food? What are you talking about?”

I understood her confusion—I’d called in an order when she’d been occupied—but her reaction was interesting. And unnecessary. She was heating up with embarrassment even though nothing had changed; it was still just the two of us in here. She didn’t need to feel any differently than she did five seconds ago. I didn’t. Of course, I didn’t really care if someone saw me naked. It was just skin.

Shrugging, I told her, “I thought you might be getting hungry, so I ordered some pizza on your last bathroom break.”

I twisted to leave the kitchen, and she shouted my name. When I looked back at her, she flung her hands at my body. My nearly naked body. I figured she wanted me to put some clothes on, but the pizza guy was probably gonna leave if I took much longer. Plus, I loved the way she’d been looking at me tonight…and I couldn’t resist playing with her.

“Oh…right,” I said, then I headed for my jeans. Picking my wallet out of the pocket, I told her, “I should probably pay them, huh?”

She sputtered incoherently, still gesturing wildly at my body. It was really hard not to laugh. Leaning down, I gave her a kiss, then I jauntily made my way to the front door. The laugh I’d been holding escaped me when I opened it.

A bored looking woman with dark spikey hair was idly playing with a piece of gum in her mouth. She froze when she saw me, a long strand of the gum extended from her lips. Her wide eyes slowly scanned my body.

“Hey,” I said. “Sorry about the wait. Thanks for not leaving.”

She giggled as she shoved the gum back in her mouth. “Uh, no problem. You just get up or something?”