"Strip."
The commanding tone startled him, "Huh?"
"I said, 'Strip'. NOW!"
Grissom recoiled, but he was definitely turned on. "I've never heard you use that tone before."
"I want you , Gil. Take off your clothes." Sara smiled, but the inflection in her voice didn't change.
He complied, undressing.
Sara looked at his chest as he unbuttoned the shirt, his sexy smooth arms as the shirt slid to the floor. Gil's hairless legs when the pants were removed.
He paused.
"All of it," she was definitely aroused.
He was, too, by the bulge that greeted her brown eyes.