“Don’t put pajamas on. Stay naked.” He gave her the once over, looking like he was imagining her that way. Torrent licked his lips, yup, he was definitely picturing her starkers.

“I don’t know.” She teased. “It’s a bit chilly this evening.”

He maneuvered her so that her back ended up flush against the wall. “Get dressed at your own peril.”

“Is that a threat?” She licked her lips.

“You’d better believe it… I know you hate it when I rip your clothes off.”

“I liked that dress, and the skirt. I have no more thongs left and I really, really liked those shorts.”

“They were tiny.” He was breathing hard, his chest almost touching hers. He was leaning down, his cheek right next to hers, talking right into her ear. “I could see your ass when you bent over.”

“They were comfortable. My legs looked good in them.” She had to hold back a laugh, those shorts had been really tiny. She knew they would drive him wild when she bought them. It wasn’t like she planned on wearing them anywhere but at home.

He groaned. “Your legs looked amazing.” He squeezed his eyes shut. “Just tell me one thing before I go.”

“What’s that?” She pulled back just a little so that she could see him better.

His head was still down, his chin almost on his chest. “How much do you like this?” he fisted her top. As he spoke, he lifted his gaze and locked it with hers.

Candy swallowed hard. “I love this top.” She lied. “It’s one of my favorites.”

Torrent gave her a tight smile. “Love, love or love?”

She pulled her shoulders back, trying not to smile. “Love, love. Besides, I need to brush my teeth and”—she slid out from under him— “you”—she walked into the bathroom—“need to…”

She stopped short when Torrent marched in behind her, closing the door behind him. She caught his intense stare in the mirror. Teasing him was too easy.

“Fine,” he said. “The shirt can stay.” He lifted her skirt. Candy braced her hands on the marble counter. “All this talk about your ass.” He palmed one of her butt cheeks.

Candy was wearing a pair of cotton briefs. Not very sexy. You wouldn’t say so though by looking at the way his eyes had heated. How his jaw had tensed.

He gripped the cotton.

“Wait!” She yelled.

Torrent shook his head, looking stricken. “Please don’t make me. I’ll be quick… I promise.”

She laughed and shimmied out of her panties, letting them fall around her ankles. Torrent groaned. Then she pulled her shirt over her head.