“You can’t be serious.”
Her eyes skimmed the length of his naked body, coming to rest at his feet, encased in sport socks.
“They’re good for traction.” His tone was matter of fact, but the look in his eyes was all spark.
“It’s not sexy. You should definitely take them off.”
He stepped close, his hand sliding up her arm to rest at the nape of her neck. Fingers slid among strands of hair and his grip tightened, his lips coming close to her ear.
“Trust me, you aren’t going to be thinking about my socks.”