I stood on the landing in front of her door, my brain misfiring as I took her in. “You always wear that lace top to answer the door?”
She looked down and then grinned. “I kind of forgot I was wearing it.” She tipped her head to the side, considering me. “Why, does it bother you?”
What could I say to that? It makes me hot?
She preferred honesty, but I couldn’t give it to her.
I shook my head, leaving before I pulled her against me, feeling her soft curves pressed against my hard ones.
The tinkle of her laugh followed me as I jogged down her stairs.
She was as complicated as the lace patterns on her shirt. Beautiful and sweet, intricate and detailed, covered and bare. Teasing with a hint of the promise of things to come. She was a temptation. One I’d give in to if I weren’t careful.