AMARA'S POV
“Strip.”
The word fell heavy between us, sinking into my skin like fire. My chest rose and fell too fast, my legs wobbled and weak. His eyes never left mine, dark, calm and Waiting.
I swallowed hard. My fingers shook as I reached for the hem of my blouse. The room was too silent. My heartbeat echoed in my ears like a drum. Slowly, I pulled the fabric up, exposing my trembling stomach, the curve of my bra. His gaze dragged over me steadily, patiently and piercing into my soul.
I had never felt so bare, even fully clothed.
Piece by piece, I undressed. My blouse slid off my arms. My skirt followed, brushing down my thighs to the floor. My hands wanted to cover myself, but something in his stare..sharp, demanding, kept me still.
When I was down to my bra and panties, I froze
