“Take off your pants.”
He arched his brow, but his hands went to his fly and worked the buttons open. At the first hint of his dark hair, Melanie realized he wasn’t wearing anything beneath his jeans. Her eyes widened, and she hoped she wasn’t drooling as he pulled his pants open and slid them down his hips. She grabbed the cuffs around his ankles and pulled his pants down his legs, leaving him completely naked on her couch.
His cock was already hard, lying against his stomach. He was long and thick, and the skin looked unbelievably smooth. She licked her lips, dragging her eyes from his shaft to his face, boldly meeting his eyes. Derek didn’t seem to mind her perusal. In fact, he looked completely at ease. Maybe he stripped in front of strange women and allowed them to gawk at him all the time. Maybe he was an exhibitionist. Maybe he simply appreciated the raw hunger he must have seen in Melanie’s eyes.
“Do you like what you see?”
“I do.”
“I’m glad.”