He wore nothing now, the sports bra and leggings long discarded, his skin–Linda’s skin–bare and slick with sweat, the remnants of the shredded pantyhose left behind in a heap. The pantyhose rubbed against the sheets as he stretched his legs, the torn fabric a reminder of their latest collision. Her chest was bare,Lustful Nurse flat and unremarkable, ribs faintly visible as she breathed, and she rubbed a hand over her face, her fingers rough against her soft jaw. Her eyes–his eyes–flickered with something unreadable, and he grinned, his voice hoarse in her throat.