My hands raced over Drustan, ripping at his shirt. I was desperate to touch him, to bare all that hot skin. He swore as I tore the shirt to shreds, then pulled back to rip the remaining tatters off. He gripped my throat with a strong hand, and I arched at the domineering gesture, but his clever fingers were working at the clasp. Within seconds the collar had been unhooked from my neck, and then he pulled the top off. The skirt soon followed, and then the scrap of underwear.
