Syndra Shaw follows up Mikalo's Grace with Mikalo's Flame and judging by the excerpt she sent me to share, it's going to be just as hot!
There stood Mikalo, standing silently under the stream of a single shower head, lost in a cloud of steam, his back to me.
I crept forward clad only in my bra and ubiquitous silk panties.
I didn’t speak. I almost didn’t breathe. And I didn’t undress.
For what I was going to do, I didn’t need to.
Still unaware I lingered just beyond the glass, he leaned forward, his legs spread, feet shoulder width apart, his hand pressed flat against the wall, his other arm doing what I so hoped it would be doing.
He dipped his head. His wet hair fell into his face and over his closed eyes.
Through the steam I could see him bite his lower bit as his brow furrowed, his private storm inching near.
Yes, he was close. Too close.
It was time.
I swallowed and then spoke.
He paused, stopping, his head lifting.
Suddenly I was scared. Suddenly I was doubting this, doubting my plan, hoping against hope he wouldn’t be embarrassed or humiliated.
Ignoring all that, I spoke again.
He turned his head, his eyes finding me from beneath the wet tendrils of hair, his fist gripping his hardness, soap creeping down the sides of his torso.
“I’m here,” I finished.
He turned and came near the glass, naked, wet, hard.
And sexy as hell.
With a smile, he turned the handle and opened the shower door.