The Guardian's Virgin Ward. CAITLIN CREWS

      Instead of wasting her breath, she reached down to the hem of her tunic, grasped it tight and pulled the whole thing up and over her head. She heard his harsh, indrawn breath as she tossed the filmy thing aside, but she wasn’t done. She pulled the pins out of her hair and shook her head, letting it all tumble down around her.

      Then she stood there before her guardian in nothing but over-the-knee boots and a tiny little pair of bright teal panties.

      Izar looked...tortured. Frozen solid and torn apart at once. That fascinating muscle pulsed in his jaw. His eyes were blacker than she’d ever imagined eyes could be. So black and so bold her nipples pinched into tight, high points.

      He made that growling noise again.

      “Put your clothes back on. Now.” He sounded even more furious than before.