He stood before her as he had in the sparring ring, sans any clothing but judo pants.
He tugged on loose judo pants and flung himself on his back on the bed nearest the door.
He wore only judo pants again this morning, his relaxed body reminding her too much of what it felt like to lie beneath him the day before.
He changed directions and pulled on loose judo pants that settled low on his hips before replacing the red gem at his throat.
The judo pants rode low enough on his hips to tease her imagination of what lay just a couple inches below the seam.
He opened it before she knocked, dressed for sparring in his judo pants and nothing else.
Following him was Kris, dressed in nothing but judo pants, as if Ully had dragged him straight out of bed.