Chapter 35
“What’s the rush?” Tasha gasped, hurrying to keep up with Khal’s longer stride.
“The rush,” he said, even as he bent down and lifted her into his arms, “is that I need to be alone with you.”
Tasha wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling a giddy rush of happiness at his eagerness. “Is that so?”
“Absolutely so,” he agreed archly, shouldering his way through the door to their bedroom.
Tasha laughed at his determination, and couldn’t deny the effect it had on her body. As soon as he set her down on the floor, she backed up slightly, unaware of the sexy smile on her face or the glimmer of desire shining from her chocolate eyes.
“So, if I were to…,” she slipped her sweater over her head, holding it out with her fingertips, still backing up, “…take this off and drop it here, what would you do?”
“I would demand that you take your bra off as well.” He followed her, watching her every move.
“Oh, so,” she dropped the sweater to the floor and backed up a few more steps, her fingers sliding against the waistband of her slacks, “you don’t want me to take off my pants?”
“The bra, Tash,” he ordered.