"I thought being naked was the best way to share warmth," she replied, her voice low and seductive.
God, does she even know how fu.cking se.xy she is?
"Brixton," she said in that same sultry tone. "You're wearing too many clothes."
"I didn't bring pajamas," I told her.
She leaned up on her tippy-toes, leaning her soft body against me.
"You wouldn't need them anyway," she whispered, giving me the se.xiest smile I've ever fu.cking seen in my life.
I let Deidra lean on me, but immediately started taking my clothes off. Who could blame me? Especially with Deidra only in this little robe. She looks like a fu.cking wet dream. My cut was the first to come off, and I draped it across the back of the couch. I had to step back to rip my shirt over my head. Deidra was gawking at my bare ches
