There was no way she was going to stand naked in front of him while he was still covered. No way. Before he could make a move, Morana put her hands on the damp collar and tugged at his shirt forcefully, ripping the buttons off, sending them scattering on the floor, a strip of flesh bared to her eyes just as his hands came up to grip her wrists, his eyes inflamed. All that cool control she’d witnessed five minutes ago… evaporated.
