With one swift movement, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my pants, pulling them down slowly and letting them fall to the floor. He shifted again, his large frame pressing me firmly into the couch as he positioned himself between my legs. His hand slid down my thigh, gripping it firmly as he pulled my leg up over his shoulder. That act alone was enough to send sparks of desire coursing through me.
"You look lovely like this," he said. His eyes flicked between my flushed face and my exposed breasts. "All laid out for me."
I felt a wave of heat spread across my skin, but I refused to let him have the upper hand completely. I reached out, my fingers brushing down his chest, teasingly slow as I tugged at the hem of his shirt.
"I could say the same about you, Xavier."
Xavier raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by my boldness. "You want this off?"
My eyes flashed. "I want it all off."
