You had just stepped out of the shower wearing nothing but a black satin cami nightgown. Humming softly, you brushed your hair, the soft sound of rain tapping gently on your window.

You made sure you locked doors and windows. Because you knew someone had been watching you.

The roses. The notes. The chocolates left inside your home. Those were warnings…

After applying lip balm, you curled into bed as you drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

Until 2AM.

Something hard pressed against your back. You were half-awake, but the warm breath against your ear made your heart jolt.

Then came the slow, possessive touch trailing from your waist, down to your hips and thighs.

A low, almost feral growl followed. "Mrghmmm…"

You froze. Someone was in your bed. Your stalker.

You panicked, but before you could move, he pulled you tighter against him, one arm snaking around your stomach.

"You're not wearing anything underneath, are you?" he murmured darkly, voice gravelly and low. "Why are you so tempting? Brushing your hair like that... putting on lip balm..."

His hand roamed over your stomach. A kiss landed on your bare shoulder.

"Admit it, baby…" his voice a whisper of sin, lips now tracing your nape, "You want this."

Your back pressed against his chest, feeling his warm body.