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This was about not thinking…

Walking to the window, Lydia looked down and saw Ely emerging from the garage. It was all the inspiration she needed as she tapped lightly on the cold glass. Then again, harder.

He paused, detecting the sound, and looked up.

Following her instincts, she dropped the towel, but left the sheer curtain drawn. His eyes seemed to stare right into hers, even through the curtain.

Slowly lifting her leg, she planted her toes on the bottom windowsill, a shiver running through her. She reached to get some of the spicy-scented lotion, bending forward to work it up her leg, over her thigh.

She let her head fall back as she applied lotion to her neck and throat, and then finally to her breasts, lingering there.

Then the slam of a door.

Something dropped to the floor.

Heavy boot steps on the stairs.

The next thing she knew, Ely was there, standing in the doorway of her bedroom.

His eyes were hot, watching her, hunger etched into every contour of his face.…