“I just want to leave my shirt on.” I try to school my reaction and not look surprised by her confession, but I am. What the hell reason could she possibly have for wanting to leave it on? Lifting her chin, I find her eyes. “Aria, I want all of you, not parts of you. There is nothing under this shirt that will change that for me. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Let me worship you, pretty girl.”
