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her hair then filled her palm with
shampoo. Thick cream pooled in her hand. She stared at the creamy liquid as the
fantasy commandeered all thought.
    Her resolve was defeated as all gray matter sizzled for sex.
Would his cock be easy to coax into giving her its gift? No, a man like Evan
Lyndsay would take some time to please. Visions of her on her knees, teasing
him with her tongue, her lips and her mouth, flashed on the big screen inside
her head. What would it take to earn his pleasure? Oh god! Temair shook all
over. She had to stop thinking of him as some sex toy.
    Thrashing her hands into her hair, she worked the shampoo
into a lather and scrubbed until her scalp tingled. At this level of sexual
frustration, she’d be bald in no time. Bald wasn’t bad on him. It added to his
appearance and made his eyes stand out. Her mind seemed determined to focus on
the subject of her desires, even though she tried desperately to fight it.
After all she was probably old enough to be his moth— She stumbled over the
thought and decided she was more along the age line of a young aunt.
    Temair laughed at her uptightness over the age gap. It
really didn’t matter. This was simply a fantasy, a figment of her lusty
imagination. It wasn’t as if it was really ever going to happen. Leaning into
the shower stream, she relaxed.
    She couldn’t get those eyes out of her mind—deep soulful
eyes that held secrets. The idea of what those sexual secrets might be made her
smile, and had her sex clenched in anticipation. She kept her eyes closed and
relinquished control of her thoughts, focusing on the man who ignited this slow
burn within her.
    Soap in hand, she lathered her chest, taking her time to
suds each breast and massage each nipple to full attention. Consistent rolling
of her nipples between her fingertips made her breathing increase as the vision
of his eyes lingered behind her closed lids. The thought of that little patch
of fluff beneath his lower lip brushing her sensitive nipples nearly made her
come.
    Would it be feather soft or bristle rough?
    Either way the thought made her tremble. Temair pressed her
back against the tile and tightened her thighs together for support. Chin
tilted into the spray of water, she rinsed the soap from her hair and body.
Each touch heightened her need and increased the pressure building in her sex.
    God, it had been way too long since she’d been laid.
    Imagination at full throttle, her hands became his hands.
Her touch was his touch. Slow, tender caresses slid from her hair, down her
neck to her breasts, and lingered on her nipples, twirling and tugging them
into taut pinnacles. Inch by inch, she trailed the length of her abdomen with
featherlight, fingertip touches to the clean-shaven playground between her
thighs.
    Damn, she was hot and horny. Being this turned-on, thinking
of those powerful, controlling light-blue eyes, Temair knew her fingers
wouldn’t be enough. Not now.
    Both legs shook as she shut off the water, climbed out of
the tub, and grabbed a towel. The brush of the cotton across her breasts sent
shivers down her abdomen, causing her inner muscles to knot. In a haphazard
fashion, she tucked the towel around her, not bothering to dry off. Wet
footprints trailed her to the bed.
    Temair opened the bottom drawer of her bedside table and
retrieved the birthday gift Lisanne had given her. When she’d first opened it,
she was astonished at its size. Never had she seen nor held a vibrator before
then, but over the past month, she and it became old acquaintances.
    Forgotten, the towel dropped to her feet as she folded back
the covers and crawled under. Eyes closed, she thought only of a sensual
younger man dressed all in black. Sleek head, great smile, adorable dimples,
and a set of eyes it would be a pleasure to look into from any direction—up,
down, over the shoulder.
    Oh god, she was hot. Thinking of those eyes, her breathing
increased as she turned the end of the vibrator and a low,