“Do you have a problem with it?” “Not a problem, no,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “But there isn’t much of it.” That was the mildest way I could think of reminding her that it would only take half a second for me to get beneath any fabric she put on her body. She raised a brow. It was done mockingly, and somehow, that made it even hotter. “I thought you weren’t afraid of a little bare skin, Julian.” “I’m not.”
