Ruth stood there, wet and dangerous.
A white towel clung to her body, covering only what was necessary to hide her most intimate lines. Her skin still glistened with water, droplets sliding down from her dark-blue hair that clung to her shoulders, trailing along her neck and the deep valley of her breasts.
I caught the soft movement of a droplet slipping over that curve… before it disappeared under the towel that hugged her tightly.
Ruth noticed my stare and gave a small, knowing smile. A smile that seemed to read exactly what I was feeling.
"What are you staring at so intently?" Her voice was soft but had a bite. "Never seen a beautiful woman fresh out of the bath before?"
My blood surged, hot and wild.
I blinked quickly, trying to control myself. I'd seen my stepmother naked before, far more sensual and tempting—so I wasn't that weak.
But inside, I clicked my tongue. Is she provoking me? Should I just pin her down right now?
