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I swallowed hard, my fingers already moving to the hem of my shirt. "All of them?"
"Every single piece," he replied, and I could hear the smile in his voice, the dark, hungry one that promised nothing but sweet trouble. "Slowly. And tell me exactly what you're doing."
I grinned into the darkness of my bedroom, already kicking off my socks.
This was going to be a long, delicious phone call.
I started by taking off my T-shirt, letting it fall to the floor with a soft thud. The cool air in the bedroom sent goosebumps across my chest. My nipples perked up immediately, and I couldn't help but shiver a bit.
"Shirt's off," I said to Rowan, my voice already sounding a little breathier than I had planned. "I'm... I'm taking off my pants next."
