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A few minutes of catnap and he d be back on his game. Just ten, maybe fifteen&
The water lapped his chest, the bathroom satisfyingly filled with steam, when he
heard something suspiciously like the sound of the bathroom door opening. She couldn t
give him ten minutes rest. Not even five.
Go away. So what if he sounded frustrated? He was frustrated.
You got to see me naked. Turnabout s fair play.
One of these days, she d push him too far. Not today, but one day, and he d have
every right to throttle her. I don t want to play fair. Get out.
You know, Burke, I think I m done worrying about what you want.
He snapped his head off the padding, looking over and seeing her standing in the
middle of the bathroom with her arms crossed over her breasts. Convenient, because
nearly every other inch of her was bared and he didn t think his control could take it if
she put her arms down. Especially if she put them down to undo the ties of her nearly
transparent scrap of panties.
She moved to the steps of the tub, climbing up and over as if she did it every day.
Before he knew it, she was parked on his lap, hot water swirling over them but not
between them. There was nothing between them but a miniscule pair of panties.
There wasn t a safe place to put his gaze. If he met her bold stare, he d see the
smoky green eyes that haunted him all night long. Her mouth had some of that shiny pink
gloss that tempted him to nibble it off. If he looked straight ahead, he d be staring at a
pair of perfect, creamy handfuls. And they d be staring back.
Predictably, his body responded, right beneath the tight curves of the ass he didn t
quite remember allowing his hands to grip. She smiled down at him, pleased as punch.
She rolled her hips and he knew it was over.
I m going to hell for this, I know it.
She gasped, leaning down to whisper in his ear. This is about what I want, Burke.
And what I want is you.
The loud splash of water overflowing the obsidian tub as he lurched forward was
Burke s first clue he d been asleep. The total lack of Cass or her transparent panties was
the one that he d been dreaming. The painful erection was unfortunate proof he was a
damn mess.
Still breathing hard from his shock, Burke splashed hot water over his face and tried
to snap out of it. Whatever it was. One thing was sure, it was getting out of hand. He
doubted he d be able look her in the eye next time he saw her. He knew he couldn t look
at her anywhere else.
Frustrated, he stood up and grabbed a towel from the wall behind him. After fussing
with the black terrycloth, he freed the drain and stomped out of what was supposed to be
his sanctum. Come to think of it, the whole damn house was supposed to be his sanctum.
Except every room was marked by Cass somehow. Thanks to the CD player, she owned
his kitchen. The living areas might as well be her personal rec room. She helped him pick
his couch, played poker every week on his dining room table, brought him more plants
than a single man could safely explain and ate her snacks where ever the hell she pleased.
She d slept in his guest room enough times to have a side and a pillow with a dent just
the size of her rock-hard head. He could even count the hallway as hers now, because it
was the first place she d ever seen him bare-assed. The only place she hadn t particularly
touched was his bedroom.
He cornered into it and swore.
Cass sat at the foot of his unmade bed, her jeans clad legs crossed elegantly?
dangling the most damning thing he d ever seen from a manicured fingertip. One
cinnamon-chocolate eyebrow arched, her glittering green eyes pinning him to his spot
while her mouth twisted into a smug, plump little grin.
And here I thought you didn t sleep in anything.
I can explain those. No, you can t. If you can t explain to yourself why you never
gave those back, how how are you gonna explain it to her?
I didn t think this shade of blue was your color, Burke.
Intimidation would work. He didn t have anything else. He crossed his arms and
tried to glare her down.
To think I was almost going to do what you said. I would have, if I didn t have to
return your sweats. They re in your drawer now, by the way, pressed and arranged by
color, the way you like. Imagine my surprise when I looked in the mirror and, oh my stars
and garters! My garters peeking from under your pillow.
It s not like that. Now, if you ll excuse me
Nope, don t think I will. She leaned back on her elbows, half laying across his bed,
pert breasts presented like a buffet under her white, ribbed tank top. The damn girl hadn t
bothered putting a bra on. Again. The other times, she d been well covered, under some
kind of man-shaped polo or sweatshirt. Even May Belle s dress left more to the
imagination. This time, the dark little circles couldn t be missed. They poked the fabric
up to raised little points, practically waving, and set his mouth watering.
Get. Out.
Nope.
Cass
She stood up, strolling to him and waving her sheers like the evidence they were.
You think you can muscle out of this one, don t you? I caught you red-handed, Halifax.
You ve been sleeping with my stockings!
They were stuck between the mattress and the wall. I found them this morning on
accident. A believable lie. A damn good one, actually. He d be proud of it if he were a
liar. Hell, he d be proud if it got him out of this mess.
For a moment, she dimmed. But only a moment. These are silk. It they were caught
on the wall, there d be a snag. There would only be snags.
Shit.
I can t believe you lied to my face.
Burke couldn t believe it either. This whole mess was making him insane. I
wouldn t have to if you d leave.
Why are you sleeping with my underwear?
He closed his eyes, exasperated. I was not sleeping with your underwear. Those are
stockings and a garter belt
So you admit you re sleeping with them?
I didn t say that.
Yes, you did. You
Cass! He roared, shutting her up instantly. He bent down, making sure to be right
in her face so she couldn t misunderstand. This conversation is over.
He was close enough to see the gold flecks at the edges of her green irises. Close
enough to see her uncertainty, her worry& her resolve. Before he could pull away, she
threw her arms around
Who knew that a little Florida R&R could turn into something so thoroughly tempting!
Thoroughly Tempted
© 2007 Lyric James
Wounded cop Wesley Duncan is sent on a forced vacation to spend a week at
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