If there was one thing Reagan didn't need an invitation for, it was sex. Her shirtless question had pretty much invited Dante to make such a request because frankly...she wanted sex. It was a common occurrence between the two, though not because their relationship had no substance as some accused. They both knew how they felt, what they'd been through, and didn't feel the need to justify anything to anyone else. Reagan loved her bond mate, totally and completely, but she also loved when he was naked. There were times that things were sweet between them, or that they did nothing but lay together and talk, but tonight was not going to be one of those nights. As much as she wanted it, however, she could not make things easy for Dante.
Hearing his voice as she approached the door, Reagan did a quick check right and left to make sure nobody else was in the hall. With practiced ease, she stripped off her cropped tee, feeling great about the fact that she hadn't worn a bra over. Unbuttoning her jean shorts a bit and folding them down, she seemed satisfied that she looked appropriately teasing as she opened the door and walked in. Stopping in front of Dante, her eyes slid down his body pointedly, hands on her hips as she returned her gaze to his.