She slipped her arms out of her robe immediately, but when it came to the shift, she hesitated. Part of her wanted his hands, his mouth, on her so badly, she was ready to rip the thin fabric in two. The rest of her contemplated standing nude before a man she hardly knew. “Perhaps I can keep my shift on.”
Terrowin’s dark eyes danced in the dim light, and without answering her, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. Kit gasped as her hand came up to cover her mouth. His chest glistened, the thick muscles bulging as he moved to toss his shirt across the room. Her eyes trailed down his body as she took in rippling abdominal muscles, and an ache between her legs had her biting her bottom lip.
He was an arm’s reach away from her now but didn’t move any closer as he rea
