I can’t resist teasing her. “I was thinking of keeping them on.” “Off.” I jerk a brow. “Kind of bossy, aren’t you?” A smile tugs at the corners of her lips. “Maybe a little.” With a snort, my fingers drop to the button before flicking it open and dragging down the zipper. In one swift movement, I shove the denim down my thighs. Her attention drifts lower. It would be impossible to hide the boner that strains against the cotton of my underwear. I love the feel of her eyes eating me up. “You’re really beautiful,” she whispers. “You stole my line. I was just thinking the same thing.”
