Kristi rose to her feet and yanked her sweater over her head, dropping it in the pile with Patrick's stuff. She toed off her shoes and got rid of the jeans. Then she stood there for a moment in her hot-pink lace bra and the teeny weenie thong she'd worn on purpose. Patrick had told her he loved her sexy underwear the first time he'd seen it, so whenever she wasn't working, she made sure to put it on.

He focused his gaze on her, eyes widening, heat dancing in them. When he ...