Her words echoed in my ears like a curse and a promise all at once. "Dare you to raise my shirt up."
I thought I could do it. Just lift some fabric. Easy. But the way she sat there—legs tucked under her, her chin tilted, eyes locked on me like I was her prey—yeah, there was nothing easy about it.
My hand shook as I reached forward. The moment my fingers brushed her skin, she smirked. "Don't stop now, Kai. You've already touched me. Might as well keep going."
I swallowed hard and lifted, slowly, too slowly. First her stomach. My breath hitched. My throat was so dry it hurt. Higher, higher—until her breasts spilled into view, and I froze.
"Like what you see?" she teased, voice soft, wicked. She didn't cover herself. Didn't even flinch. Instead, she raised her arms higher, tilting her head as if daring me to finish what I started.
