Chapter 29
As soon as we entered Hyde’s suite, he strode down the long corridor that led to the bedroom, while I hurried after him. He tossed his jacket onto a chair, removed his shoes and socks, and then stripped off his shirt and trousers. “I’m sorry—I don’t want to make you late.”
He reached for the hem of his undershirt and yanked it up over his head, and my heart began beating in a slow, heavy rhythm. I ran my tongue over my lips and pretended to be busy with something else. That lovely fur. I kept glancing over my shoulder as I walked toward the closet, though, and I nearly smashed my nose on the door. It would have been worth it to get a glimpse of him naked, but to my disappointment, he left on his aquamarine boxers. Where had he found that color? It went so well with the café au
