The air crackled with unspoken tension as they remained tangled on the bed. Suzy's chest rose and fell rapidly beneath him, her cheeks flushed a fiery red. Ryan, trapped between his own body heat and the close proximity of hers, felt a bead of sweat trickle down his temple.
"What are you doing in my shirt, Duchess?" he finally growled, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down her spine.
Suzy swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. "It's… well," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper, "I wasn't expecting us to share a room."
She blurted out the truth in a rush, hoping to explain herself before his anger flared. "I packed my usual nightwear, but you… well, you don't seem particularly fond of those," she added, a hint of defiance creeping into her voice. "Those flimsy things that barely cover anything."
Ryan's jaw clenched slightly, his eyes narrowing. The memory of those transparent garments flashed in his mind, a vision he'd tried to suppress.
