Dusty rose to pull on his gym clothes.
She sat to pull on shoes and saw the scars around her wrists, evidence of her fight against the bindings Jilian used to strap her onto the table.
He was about to pull on the bottoms when he wondered if she would wear panties to bed.
He took a long pull on his beer.
His gaze swept over her body, lingering on her breasts, and she wished she'd stopped by the locker room to pull on a shirt instead of racing to get away from Darian.