I was about to drop my jacket over the back of the chair but changed my mind. “I’m so f*****g cold.”
“Here.” He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a body so hard it looked like a sculpture rather than living flesh. “It’s a lot warmer than that jacket.”
I hesitated before I dropped the coat, immediately feeling the frigid air attack me like a swarm of needles. When I removed my top and unclasped my bra, my t**s were hard and my n*****s looked sharper than any of the knives in my kitchen.
He stared straight at my t**s. Didn’t try to be discreet because discreet wasn’t his style.
I pulled on his black tee, and just as he’d said, it was as warm as a furnace. My skin immediately bubbled into bumps because it felt like a steaming bath. I stepped out of my boots and left my socks on. M
