He smiled. It was a scorching hot, self-aware smile. He looked at me like I was already naked and wrapped in his arms. I felt the need to grab a napkin and hold it in front of me like a shield. “I can project, but I would have to be next to you to do it.” Oh crap. His voice turned smooth and sensual. A man had no right to sound like that. “Tell me, what wasn’t I wearing in your dreams?” I rose, turned my back to him, and walked out. The sound of his laughter caressed my back, almost like a sexual touch.
