So Wrong, So Right

"So why exactly are you here?" He about swallowed his tongue when he stepped around the doorway. "Well, damn."

The town's prim and oh-so-proper librarian stood in the middle of the room, having just let down her hair. Long, waving honey-brown hair caressed her slender shoulders and hung down to her breasts. She reached to untie the coat, and he noticed black leather peeking out from under the hem.

Leather? Callie in leather?

He swallowed hard, began sweating, and tried to assimilate what he was seeing with the woman he'd come to know. The images didn't jive. But who the hell cared! Leather!

"We need to…talk," she said and reached up to unbutton the coat.

"About…." Words froze in his mouth. The coat parted, and he caught sight of more black leather and lots of creamy skin. Even more amazing was the sudden view of plump, God-I-need-to-touch-them breasts, barely contained by a scrap of leather bra.