“I know,” I said. “I look great naked.” His glare was lethal. The silence even more so. We were locked in a staring contest now, neither of us willing to back down. And then he said, “Get on the bed.” It was an order. There was no question about it, no room for argument. Excitement shot up my torso. I leaned forward, my lips brushing his as I whispered my defiance. “Make. Me.” Time stood still for exactly one heartbeat. And then his hands were on me, and the world went up in flames.
