"You have too many clothes on." His voice was rough with need. "I need to do something about that."
He peeled off her ever-present blazer and tossed it to the side, not even looking or apparently caring where it landed. Then, slowly, as if unveiling a present, he tugged her tank top from the waistband of her jeans and eased it in increments up and over her head. She lifted her arms to help him, wondering if he could tell she was trembling.
With the tank gone his eyes focused on the lace and satin bra she wore. With the tip of one finger he traced the line of her collarbone then dropped to the upper swells of her breasts. His fingertip just ghosted over her skin, setting up another little ripple of shivers.
"Look at me, Randi," he commanded. "Can you see how much I want you?"
"Y-Yes."
