“I could crush someone with these.”

She stared,slutty wife her gaze tracing his muscles, the leggings, and he caught the flush creeping up her neck–his neck. “I’d kill for this in my body.”

Her hands slid down his arms, her fingers tracing the curve of her biceps, and she swallowed hard, her voice low in his throat. “But you’re not doing it in that.” She gestured to the tattered pantyhose and the oversized t-shirt, her tone sharp but wavering. different.