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“It won’t”

The determination in her voice made him hesitate He cautiously watched her face as he set her down gently, sliding her feth For once her expression showed nothing Her eyes veiled her feelings Usually her eyes would darken with righteous indignation, gloith rapturous delight and twinkle with every ee in her behavior troubled him

He wanted to hold her close until he could read her thoughts, but Lacey had other ideas as she moved away from him “Can you stand on your own?” he asked

“Yes” She took another step back and shucked off her cloth boots The y

He kept one hand outstretched in case he had to catch her as he started the shower full blast Hafiz turned his attention on Lacey and quickly divested her of her black caftan

“Lacey!” His startled hoarse cry echoed in the serie was a shocking contrast against the conservative cloth Hafiz’s body reacted immediately The heavy black material dropped from his fists and flopped on the wet floor

“What?” She inspected her ar?”

He cleared his throat, wishing he could also clear the sharp arousal tightening his body “You’re supposed to wear several layers of clothes under the caftan” He unhooked the front closure of her bra, his knuckles grazing her breast He saw the tre like a callow youth

“Are you kidding?” She skis and kicked them aside “I would boil alive”

His gaze traveled as the peach satin landed on the black fabric The searing ie branded in his mind The way he would look at woed He sed roughly as he controlled his baser instinct “What if you had gotten caught?”

“No one would have found out You are the only person who has shown enough nerve to get that close” She arched her eyebrow in disapproval

And he was going to keep it that way “Here, get under the water” He pulled her to the showerhead