Chapter Fifteen
She didn’t need to ask twice.
Releasing her, he fell to his knees, fingers tugging on the elastic of her chef’s pants.
“Wait.”
Goddammit. She’d gone and changed her mind. f**k him for being the i***t.
He glanced up at her, working to bring his breathing under control, but what he saw wasn’t the face of a woman who changed her mind. A hungry glint lurked in her eyes, as a crooked smile curved her lips.
“My boots.”
Jesus f*****g Christ.
He attacked the laces of her ridiculous purple patent leather Doc Martens with a ferocity normally reserved for fighting with his brothers. He was all thumbs working at the ties. As the laces loosened, she kicked her foot out and used it to push on the other boot he was madly working to remove.
As soon as her foot was free, he reached
