Chris’s hand slid away. Needing to know where he was going, she opened her eyes and glanced around, only to find he’d moved to kick off his shoes next to the chair where she’d tossed his top. She started to move toward him, but he stopped her.
“Stop. Stay there. I’ll be right back, I was just getting a little more comfortable.”
Deanna stood rooted by his words as she watched the muscles play under the skin of his back. Anticipation raced through her, she couldn’t wait.
“How do you feel about rough?”
“I’m not opposed to it.”
“What degree are you comfortable with?”
Deanna’s face heated and she fought the urge to look away.
“I’m not really sure. I don’t have a lot of experience with it. My last,” she searched for the right word before finally settling on the most appropriate one she co
