Debbie.
Rex pulled away from the kiss, but his hand stayed locked in my hair. He didn't move. He just stared at me with eyes that looked like burning coals. The room was so quiet I could only hear the clock ticking on the wall and the heavy, jagged sound of my own breathing.
"You asked for this," Rex growled, his voice holding that deeper, low, dangerous tone I needed.
He didn't wait for me to answer. He grabbed the front of my silk bathrobe and ripped it open. The belt snapped, and the white fabric slid off my shoulders, pooling on the floor. I stood there naked under the cool air of the AC, but my skin felt like it was on fire as his eyes roamed over me.
I watched his hand move to the wrap of his towel. The thick fabric fell.
Fuck.
I felt the waves just looking at him. f**k, I miss
