*Mostly s.mut*
Katrina
I stood and slowly went to the other side of the bed, turning on the light on the side table. I took in the room and went to the door where there was a floor lamp.
With my back to the bed, I slipped off one thin sleeve of my nightgown and then the other. I flicked on the light, and only then did I let the dress slip to the floor.
He audibly gasped behind me, and I smiled.
I twisted my long hair up so he had a full view before I arranged it over my chest so it covered my b.reasts. I composed my face, but nothing could stop my beating heart before turning to him.
It didn’t matter anyway; his eyes were trained on my body, honed on it as if he were seeing a woman's form for the first time and memorizing it.
“Katrina,” he rasped, deep and throaty. “What are you doi
