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Her stomach rolling slightly as a shimmer of warmth filled her fingers for the briefest moment.
Eyes widening, Talia let a relieved smile cross her face. The drugs were wearing off!
Not enough right at this moment to dry her underwear, but soon. Talia grinned at herself in the mirror before inhaling deeply.
“You got this,” she told her reflection.
Talia turned the tap running the g-string under the water, lathering it with soap before using the wall-mounted hairdryer to dry the delicate lace.
In a few moments, the underwear was dry enough to slide back into.
She had never been one for lacy, fancy underwear or lingerie. It was difficult to resist fidgeting with it as she adjusted the towel higher over her breasts, pausing for a moment. She tilted her head to the side before pulling the towel down slightly. Revealing the soft swell of her breasts. Hydes eyes often drifted to her breasts and anything that gave her the ability to distract him gave her a chance of catching him off guard.
Let him think she was soft, feminine, and weak. Hopefully, it would help him underestimate her determination to escape. His arms had been gentle as he had carried her inside. His hands had been soft every time he touched her since.
It was at odds with his menacing aura, but maybe, just maybe, she had found a chink in his armor.
Her fingers smoothing some conditioner through her wet curls she gave herself an approving nod.She could do this.
“When life gives you lemons, you become lemonade,” whispering the words, she turned for the door.
The tv was on, but he wasn’t watching it. Hyde stood near the small balcony, staring at the storm that raged through the mountains. Winter didn’t want to give up its hold yet. The lightning’s deadly dance mirrored his own feral feelings.
The bathroom door opened. He tilted his head just enough to see her, keeping his face a mask of indifference. His eyes dipping to the sweet swell of her breasts straining against the tight towel, before jerking away.
He pointed at the white hotel robe that lay on the bed, but she pretended not to notice. Instead, her hips swayed as she headed for the bar. Letting a tiny smile tug at the corners of his mouth, Hyde watched her. The red in his eyes glinting as she reached for the highest glass at the bar. The towel lifting with her reach, high enough over her legs to brush against the bottom of her ass cheeks.
Feminine wiles.
It was a game he’d seen before and knew well how to play. If she wanted his attention, she had it; this was a game he never lost.
After pouring the scotch into a glass, she turned and took a sip, savoring the warmth and complexity of the drink. Her eyes meeting his for a moment.
“I’m assuming we are sharing the bed again?” Her voice was low and soft.
“Nervous?” Moving off the wall, he stalked towards her, every step deliberately slow.
His gaze dipping to watch her tongue moisten her lips. That one simple movement had his wolf quivering under his skin. Hungry for a taste.
He stepped in close, lowering his head to get a better look. His nose brushing the soft blonde strands of hair covering her ear. Her breasts brushing against his chest as he drew in the sweet scent that was her.
Almost tasting her in one long inhale.
A soft growl escaping his lips as the scent of fearful desire shot through her. Her body turning softly into him, her face lifting to stare at him. Her breasts rising to a held breath.
Turning his head, the red of his eyes darkening as his gaze met hers. Her blue eyes widening, the hitch of her breath capturing his complete attention. The sudden quickening of her heartbeat calling to him, to some long-denied part of him. A low, primal growl escaping his throat as he fought back the urge to take her lips in a deep kiss.
He ran his hand down her arm, feeling the silky skin beneath his fingertips before curling his fingers around her wrist and tugging her towards him.
Her other hand pressing against his chest as if trying to keep herself from being drawn too close. Even through his shirt, the feel of her on him lit a flame in his core that he knew would devour them both if he didn’t retreat soon.
Her pulse fluttering in her throat like a scared bird. Her tongue moistening her lips again. There was no way he could step away.
Instead, he lifted his hand. Placing his finger under her chin, Hyde gently tilted her lowered face to look up at him. As he stared into her eyes, he could feel his heart racing and his palms beginning to sweat. What was it about this woman?
Beautiful women already filled his world
More willing women. Yet the moment their eyes met. He struggled against a deep, pulsating need to claim what was his. To take her as his own. To mark her.
