It immediately swung open and Torrye found herself looking at a marbled chest. Niall wore nothing but a pair of jeans and they weren't buttoned just zipped. His tanned chest was covered in a moderate amount of dark springy curls. There wasn't an ounce of fat on him.
"Come on in," he offered.
Forcing her attention away from the beautiful torso in front of her. Torrye entered and shut the door behind her. "I'll take back my article of clothing, if you please."
He chuckled as she stuck out her hand. It's not going to be that simple, sweetheart. "Oh, no. it's not going to be that short a visit."
"I don't have time for this," she snapped.
Blue eyes narrowed. "Why are you running from me? Do you have a date?"
"That isn't any of your business." She swallowed as he encroached closer, his masculine scent wafting around her, making her lightheaded.
The smile was dangerous as he stopped before her. For a moment, his gaze raked boldly over her form before landing back on her face. Quick as a snake, Niall pinned her up against the door, one jean-covered leg shoving up her skirt as it wedged between her legs. His arms settled on either side of her head.
Torrye whimpered as she felt the moisture began to leak onto her inner thigh. Out of habit, she licked her lips and trembled at the look that seemed to burn in his eyes. One hand left the door and touched her cheek. The simple touch of his hand sent shivers throughout her entire being. Reaching around to the bun, Niall began to remove the pins that kept her look so severe.