My blouse slipped off my shoulders and pooled at my feet. I stood there trembling in nothing but my black lace bra (already pulled down) and my soaked panties. Lance’s eyes devoured every inch of me like a starving wolf.
“Everything off except the panties,” he ordered, voice low and rough. “Then get on the bed. On your back. Legs spread.”
My hands shook as I unhooked my bra and let it fall. I crawled onto the massive black bed, lying back against the cool sheets. The moment my thighs parted, Lance growled deep in his chest.
“f**k, look at you.” He tore his leather cut off and yanked his shirt over his head, revealing a body covered in dark tattoos, scars, and hard muscle. His chest and abs were a masterpiece of raw power. The huge bulge in his leather pants looked almost painful.
He cl
