Natalia held my gaze for a long moment, her chest rising and falling with rapid, shallow breaths. The room felt supercharged, like the air before a lightning strike. Then, with a defiant tilt of her chin, she gripped the hem of her camisole and pulled it over her head in one fluid motion. The garment landed somewhere behind her, forgotten.
My lungs seized. She sat before me in nothing but black silk shorts and a matching lace bra that struggled to contain her. The cool air in the room hardened her nipples into tight points visible through the delicate fabric. A small, sharp gasp escaped her lips at the sensation.
"God damn," I muttered under my breath, my control hanging by a thread. I forced my breathing to remain steady, my expression neutral, but inside I was a hurricane of lust. Every cell in my body screamed to cross the room and take her.
