Katherine pulled her sweater off and dropped it carelessly onto the floor. Her pants followed just as quickly. She stood before Azer, clad only in a white athletic shirt, bra, and panties.

I dont have much modesty, she warned.

Thats fine. I have enough for us both. His answer, appropriately faithful enough to the character he played, was in dramatic conflict with his true sentiment. That was close. Raising his head, he froze. Thoughts of near-discovery were dismissed as lust rose frightfully within his being. Bathed by the tender radiance of dancing candlelight, Katherines curvaceous body held his perilous awareness completely. The beauty of her form was undeniably magnificent.

Clenching his jaw, he acknowledged painfully. The world has become a different landscape, life stopped being sweet years ago, and yet Time has changed nothing. Although shes different, one thing remains the sameher treacherous beauty. It holds me as strongly as the first wretchedly sweet moment I laid eyes on her.

Watching her shrug off the thin, cotton shirt, his hungry gaze slid over the delicious roundness of her covered breasts. She was rightthey were superb and most definitely an asset against the opposite sex. By the roguish sparkle in her eye, he knew she was aware of his perusal, even if she did not look at him directly.

And it was most lucky for him that she did not.

For in one brief moment of indiscretion, Azer did not care enough to school his features into the mask Katherine chose for him. A torrent of longing transformed his arresting features, hinting at another face, as he continued to caress her through his scorching gaze. Shes filled my nightmares and my dreams. Ive despised her. Ive lost everything because of her. Ive become imprisoned in this world for her, but I cant help but want to look. Even though shes tainted, I cant help but look to see if that living death was ever really worth it.

And look he did.

With a flick of her fingers, the satin scrap of a bra was unhooked, releasing the flesh it provocatively protected. Her breasts were high and firm, beckoning a man to worship them with mouth and hands.

Azer felt the heat of her eyes bore into him, silently daring him to turn away and prove her impressions wrong. She chooses to bare herself to me, yet she still finds herself suspicious of who I am. She wants me to be shy, but her instincts are beginning to awaken and whisper. Naughty girl.