(Annabel POV)
I felt my bra clasp release, and the shoulder straps slowly slid down my arms. I didn't open my eyes. I felt my panties slide slowly down my legs. I still didn't open my eyes. Dean's hands took mine and pulled me away from my practical mules and the pile of clothes that lay on the floor. I finally opened my eyes. He was looking into mine with that intense dark stare. "Why are you ashamed? Embarrassed?"
"Look at me," I muttered. "Do I look ashamed?"
One of his hands suddenly cupped my face. "You have eyes, lips, ears," his thumbnail scraped the bottom of my ear lobe. Who the hell knew that could be erotic? His other hand trailed lower, encircling my throat gently. "You have a neck. You have a collar bone." His fingers traced the arrow of the bones that led downward. "You ha
