"Then take my sweater off," he instructed.

But she felt so weak that she couldn’t have moved from the spot, drowning in sweet anticipation.

"No." He smiled. "So you’re going to defy me, are you, Vivian? You’re going to force me to strip for you?"

The roles were now reversed and, wordlessly, she nodded, watching with unbearable excitement as he peeled the sweater off and tossed it aside, then began to unbuckle the belt of his black jeans, his eyes not leaving her face.

He kicked his ...