13. Bailey

I'd only turned on one small lamp, and it didn't generate much light. I wasn't too self-conscious about my figure, but despite Katar's kind words, did anyone think they were perfect?

"I'm trying to figure out what we're going to do once we're naked," I said. After removing my glasses and setting them on a table, tugged my blouse up over my head and tossed it onto the sofa. I was trying to let go, feel free. And ignore my skin peppering with goosebumps that had nothing to do with the temperature.

Mozzie sat nearby, looking back and forth between us as if he wasn't sure if we were going to put on PJs and go to bed or do something . . .

Okay, we were going to go wild.

"Have you come up with any conclusions?" Katar's smoldering eyes locked on my breasts covered in a lacy bra, and he seemed to stop breathing. His hand lifted toward them but stopped before touching.

Should I lean forward until we connected? While I knew it took friction to make nipples harden, mine hadn't gotten the text. They pebbled and throbbed. So did my clit, for that matter.

"Maybe we'll raid the neighbor's vegetable garden."

"Anything good there?"

"Zucchinis are tasty."

"They're big."

My gaze centered on the big bulge between his legs. "Why yes, they are."

"We're not raiding zucchinis." His tongue dipped out to touch his upper lip before he snatched his hand back and unbuttoned his shirt, shrugging it off.

"Will we streak to the center of town and paint something nasty on the road with spray paint?"

His head tilted, and he frowned. "Would you really do something like that?"

"Honestly? No. I'm in enough trouble with Detective Carter already. Can you imagine me trying to look some of the library patrons in the eye if the local newspaper did an expose on the librarian's latest antics?"

"Latest implies you've done something like that before."

"First, then."

"No streaking or painting."

"I have to admit, that's a relief."

"Yeah."

"You mentioned tasting." Feeling brazen and with my head swimming as if I was drunk, I unhooked my bra. I hadn't had any alcohol, but Katar was going straight to my head.

"I did." A flick of his fingers undid the fastener on his jeans that so nicely hugged his muscular thighs. And his butt, something I couldn't help but notice whenever he turned around.

And the big bulge below his zipper—that was shifting.

Feeling a touch giddy, I slid my bra off and tossed it on top of my blouse.

Was I really going to do this?

Yeah . . .

Katar groaned, and his bulge grew bigger behind the fabric of his pants. Was I going to get to see it all tonight? To taste it? I wanted to glide my tongue along his rocky jawline, trail it down his neck, see if his pecs tasted as amazing as they looked.

His abs. Muscles rippled beneath his green skin as he splayed the fabric of his jeans wide.

"Naked, sweetheart," he rasped, his pupils so blown his eyes were completely black.

I shimmied out of my panties and straightened in front of him, my skin prickling from the cool air, nervousness, and the thrill of anticipation. "Your turn."

"You . . . You . . ." His eyes glided down my body like a caress, and shivers tracked through me. I wasn't cold, but he was incredibly hot. I worried he'd burn me with one touch.

Was I a fool to strip for a guy I just met today?

Probably.

Maybe.

I didn't know!

It just felt right, so I was going to go with it.

He yanked his jeans down and kicked them aside, standing in front of me wearing absolutely nothing but a devilish grin.

"Now what?" I asked with a quiver of excitement.

He strode forward, swept me off my feet and strode toward my back door. "Now we go wild."