~SCARLETT.

I'd been staring at the walk-in closet for the past thirty minutes.

The floor looked like a crime scene of failed attempts: tops, dresses, shorts, even sweaters, but not one single piece of lingerie that screamed sexy. Which was ridiculous, considering the electric storm still burning under my skin from earlier.

I'd showered. Shaved. Moisturized. My body smelled like vanilla and nerves. My skin still tingled from his touch, like his hands had branded something permanent across my ...