Lust in Lace

**Chapter 1: Tease and Temptation**

Rhiannon stood in front of the full-length mirror, her piercing green eyes scanning every inch of her reflection with a critical smirk. The black fishnet stockings hugged her long, slender legs like a lover’s caress, and the delicate black lingerie beneath her reddish, scandalously sheer outfit left little to the imagination. She knew she looked like sin personified, and she reveled in it. Tonight, she was dressing for war—and Tom, her rugged, tattooed bad boy, was the battlefield.

The door creaked open, and Tom strode in, all six-foot-two of raw, muscular energy. His dark brown hair was freshly cut, sharp enough to match the dangerous glint in his hazel eyes. Ink snaked across his forearms, disappearing under the rolled-up sleeves of his black shirt. He stopped dead, his gaze raking over her like a predator sizing up prey.

“Damn, woman,” he growled, voice low and rough. “You trying to kill me before I even touch you?”

Rhiannon turned, one hip cocked, her dirty blonde hair cascading over her shoulder. “If you can’t handle the heat, Tommy boy, maybe you should stay out of my kitchen.” Her lips curled into a wicked smile as she sauntered toward him, each step deliberate, the click of her heels on the hardwood floor a taunt.

Tom’s jaw tightened, his eyes darkening with hunger. “Oh, I can handle it, babe. Question is, can you keep up when I turn up the flames?” He stepped closer, the air between them crackling with tension. His hand reached out, fingertips brushing the edge of her lingerie, but she slapped it away with a sharp laugh.

“Not so fast, rebel. You don’t get to touch until I say so.” Her voice was a purr, but her eyes flashed with authority. She pushed him back with a single finger against his chest, her strength surprising for her lithe frame. “I’m in charge tonight.”

Tom grinned, a dangerous, lopsided smirk that made her pulse race. “Is that so? You think you can tame me, Rhiannon? I’ve got a big, hard problem that says otherwise.” He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. “And I know you’re dying to solve it.”

Her laugh was sharp, cutting through the charged silence. “Oh, I’ll solve it, alright. But on my terms. You think that cock of yours scares me? I’ve broken bigger egos than yours.” She dragged her nails lightly down his chest, feeling the heat of his skin through his shirt, her touch both a promise and a threat.

Tom’s hands clenched at his sides, his restraint visibly fraying. “Keep talking like that, and I’m gonna rip that pretty little outfit right off you. I’m already so damn hard it hurts.”

Rhiannon’s eyes gleamed with mischief as she stepped back, turning to give him a view of her perfectly curved ass framed by the fishnets. “Good. I like it when you’re desperate. Makes it so much sweeter when I make you beg.” She glanced over her shoulder, her voice dripping with challenge. “Now, strip. Let’s see if you’re worth my time tonight.”

His shirt hit the floor in seconds, revealing the taut, inked planes of his chest. Rhiannon’s breath hitched, but she masked it with a smirk. She could feel her own heat building, her pussy already wet with anticipation, but she wasn’t about to let him know that. Not yet. She wanted him sweating, panting, as horny as she was.

Tom’s pants dropped next, and her eyes flicked down, taking in the impressive bulge straining against his boxers. “Well, well,” she mused, stepping closer, her fingers teasing the waistband. “Looks like you weren’t lying about that big problem.”

“Stop teasing, Rhiannon,” he rasped, voice thick with need. “You’re gonna regret it when I get my hands on you.”

She laughed, low and sultry, her hand slipping lower, brushing against him just enough to make him groan. “Oh, I’m counting on it, bad boy. But first, I want you on your knees. Let’s see how good you are at begging for this dripping, wet pussy.”

Tom’s eyes flared with raw desire, and as he sank to the floor, Rhiannon knew the night was about to explode into something wild, rough, and utterly unforgettable.