Ghostwalker 03 - Night Game

her and she straightened, almost afraid to turn around, but she couldn’t stop herself.

    Gator pulled open the shopping bag and dragged out the tiny scrap of mesh and leather.
    “This is it? This is what Grand-mere sent you to sleep in?”

    She nodded wordlessly, her hand on her throat.

    He glanced down into the bag. “What else is in here?”

    “Don’t look. Whatever you do, don’t look in there.” Her voice was strangled.

    He pulled the shopping bag wider and withdrew a small paddle covered in fake leopard skin. Flame groaned, her color deepening. He pulled a wireless strand of three small vibrating eggs with a little remote and some furred handcuffs. She covered her face. “My, my. Looks like we’re in for a long night of fun and games, cher .”

    “What was your grandmother thinking?”

    “She was thinking she needed to move us along in our relationship. She wants action obviously.” He held out the garment. “Put it on.”

    “Look at it. I can’t put that on, it’s crotchless.”

    He smirked at her. “I know. She chose it because it has no straps and you can easily get into it.”

    “You’re such a perv.”

    “Put it on for me, cher .” One hand went to the front of his jeans. Her gaze followed as he stroked unselfconsciously, a soft groan of excitement escaping.

    Flame stood motionless looking at the impossible scrap of leather and mesh and the man holding it out to her. Stark desire was so intense, so raw, it deepened the color of his dark eyes to almost midnight black. She shook her head, knowing she was going to give in to him, knowing all that mattered to her in that moment was pleasing him.

    She took the outfit and retired to the bathroom, refusing to struggle into it one-handed in front of him. If he looked into the bag he was going to find the whipped cream and the oils and the scented candles. And she knew he was going to look into the bag. Why that excited her, she had no idea, but maybe being a pervert was contagious. She mulled it over while she dressed, or rather undressed. There was no doubt that she was getting even more turned on at the idea of his reaction to seeing her in the very revealing and risqué outfit.

    “You coming out anytime soon, or do I have to come in and get you?”

    Flame looked at the little pile of clothing, the over sized plaid shirt, the black thong, the leather sheath and harness for her knife and she took a deep breath. Once she stepped out that door there was no turning back.

    “ Cher.” He sounded impatient, sexy, hoarse with need. “The suspense is killing me. You want me to come to you?”

    Flame opened the door and sauntered out, pretending be confident and casual and that a million men had seen her with nothing on but leather and mesh. The leather part of the bustier pushed up under her breasts into the black mesh that ended just under her nipples, so at she was completely exposed. The mesh was open around her belly button and crotch and buttocks, but clung to her waist and ribs.

    The room was dark other than the glow of several candles. She was grateful for that, particularly when she saw that Raoul was completely naked. He was very well endowed.
    She couldn’t help staring. There were a couple of things she should have mentioned to him before she ever put on leather and mesh, but now, when she had his undivided attention, she was afraid it was too late. He stood beside the bed, the silly sex toys laid out on the end table as if he intended using every one. Her heart accelerated at the sight and she knew he could hear it because he held out his hand to her.

    Gator moistened suddenly dry lips. “ Mon Dieu. You have a beautiful body.” He made a small circle with his fingers.

    She forced herself to turn around slowly for him, showing off the outfit and the bare body beneath it. With him watching, her nipples hardened into tight peaks and her breasts ached for attention. She watched as he circled the rigid length of his shaft with his fist as he said some thing in French she wished she understood.

    “Come here.” His body shook with wanting her. He had been with other women, but he had never felt like this. He’d never needed like this. In that moment, when she’d emerged from the bathroom looking so damned sexy in her outfit, the realization that he’d been isolated for so long came to him. She was sunshine. Laughter. Fine wine and silk sheets or beer in the bayou with the setting sun. She was secrets and sex and