Trevor couldn't help but let out a sharp gasp, his heart hammering against his ribs for an entirely different reason than before.
How can someone be this strong and this sexy at the same time? he wondered, his mind spinning.
Just a few minutes ago, this same woman had been systematically dismantling him in a spar, her movements cold and clinical.
Now, she was hovering over him on the plush mattress, her eyes dark with a heat that had nothing to do with combat.
"I know you're stressed, Trevor, but don't worry," Caroline whispered, her voice dropping into a sultry, melodic hum. "I'm right here to help you get through it."
As she spoke, her fingers moved with practiced ease, popping the buttons of her shirt one by one.
In less than a minute, the fabric fell away, revealing her pale skin and the soft, heavy curves of her chest.
"You like what you see?" she asked, a playful chuckle vibrating in her throat as she caught Trevor staring.
