Jerry kept his hold on Keely, simply spinning her around and pushing her ahead of him toward the bedroom door. A half step inside, he paused, caught her shirt by the bottom at either side and, with a deft flip, had it rolled up her body and over her head almost before she knew what was happening. She pulled her arms free and caught the garment before it fell to the floor.
Next, she heard the sharp snick sounds as the snaps on Jerry’s shirt came undone. She glanced around just in time to see the garment fly across the room toward the plastic laundry basket where Tim’s had recently landed. Then her gaze settled on Jerry’s bare chest, decorated with a tangle of coppery hair that narrowed to arrow down toward his belt buckle and the fly of his jeans, strained over a growing erection. She couldn’t take her attention from that tempting bulge.