When he sat down on the edge of the bed, she made a show of taking off her dress, relishing in the fact that he watched her carefully. His stare was hungry and attentive, causing an eruption of frisson against her skin. She didn't feel self-conscious, though, not even when the dress was pulled down her arms and then stomach until it pooled between her legs. She was standing before him in nothing but her lacy underwear and golden stilettoes and she never felt as sexy as then. And honestly, his stare made her feel even more sexy than ever before—she felt not only wanted, but also cherished.