Mia Zachary - Yours In Black Lace

Her provocative words had occupied both his dreams and waking thoughts for months. A sharp pang of pure lust gripped him as he added Stevie’s face and body to the erotic scenes in his head…. He grabbed the letter, pulled her travel bag and his gun case out of the cargo area and headed back to the house.

After dropping his Ruger Mark II in the office, he strode down the hall to give Stevie her clothes. He’d just remembered there were no clean towels in the master bath. On his way to the bedroom, he grabbed some from the linen closet. Hopefully, he could catch her before—

Her sandals had been kicked off near the bed. Her sweater was in a puddle on the carpet, a lace bra and her blue-and-white skirt nearby. And her panties, her black-lace thong panties, lay just outside the bathroom door.

Emelio set the suitcase by the walk-in closet while he debated what to do with the towels tucked under his arm. Bound by the cardinal rules of sharing a house with three sisters, he rapped lightly on the door before turning the knob. He’d just drop the towels on the chair for her.

He started to speak but the words caught in his throat. Late-afternoon sun glimmered softly through the window behind the shower, highlighting Stevie’s profile against the frosted-glass door. He could only stare, his eyes burning from the effort to focus her body into more than a long silhouette of tantalizing curves.

The words from black-lace letter number three came back to taunt him.

I love the way you watch me, the way your eyes slowly roam over my body. It makes me hot…and so very wet. Come closer and feel for yourself.

“Temptation” ought to be her middle name. His heart pounded erratically as he continued to look his fill and, in that instant, Emelio was no longer her employer or her protector. He was simply a man who wanted a woman.

STEVIE STOOD BENEATH the spray so that the three separate showerheads pulsated against the base of her skull, between her shoulder blades and over her lower back.

She let her mind empty of all thoughts except the feel of the shower cascading down her body, imagining the last of her fear and emotional stress washing away with the hot water. She was safe; she was with Emelio. Nothing else mattered right now.

Then she felt it, the slightest hint of cool air brushing her skin. Subtly tilting her head, Stevie opened her eyes, squinting through the steamy frosted glass until she could just make out a shadowy figure in the doorway. Listening intently, she tried to make out the click of the door closing back into place—or better yet the thump of denim jeans hitting the floor. But she only heard the water splashing against the glass blocks.

How long had Emelio been standing there? Her heart stuttered as a combination of embarrassment and mischief zinged through her veins. The third note she’d written to him involved the idea of him watching her. A wild and wicked impulse overcame her, urging her to bring that fantasy to life.

She reached for the massaging showerhead at the top of the pole, pulling it down by the metal coil. Positioning herself directly in front of the opaque glass window so the golden-orange sunshine backlit her body, she turned the dial from gentle throb to jet propulsion.

Holding the sprayer in one hand, she slid the other over her chest to cup her right breast, then played the hot pulsating water across it. A gasp escaped her throat when she directed the stream to drum against the sensitive peak, causing a tugging contraction deep in her belly.

From beneath half-closed lids, she made sure that Emelio was still watching from the doorway. She couldn’t be certain, but she thought she’d heard his footsteps edging closer. Bracing her back on the wall, her head resting against the window, Stevie slowly lowered the sprayer. As silky hot water hammered her body, the ripple and clutch of sexual need almost brought her to her knees.

Her uninhibited moan echoed through the shower stall when the wet heat blasted the core of her need. The insistent throb became a delicious ache and she felt her belly quiver and tighten as the climax built inside her.

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