INDEX “take it off,” he said softly placing her hand gently on the dark red fabric. khushi almost winced at the urgency in his tone, a demand yet a need that made her stomach muscles clench. take it off? what was he saying? the fabric was rough against her skin. she felt her fingers move and clutch a handful of red, she felt her breath shudder. his hand lifted languidly and went slowly toward her face, she could feel…
