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“No.”
I’m not sure I believe him.
Rook starts unbuckling his armor. He has strong arms, his muscles etched with veins and tendons. After he removes the leather cuirass, he peels his shirt over his head in one smooth motion that reveals his chest.
My heart starts to pound in my throat. “There’s only one bed.”
He shrugs as if he doesn’t care. “I can sleep on the floor.”
“How poor are you? I thought they paid monster hunters better than this.”
He glances sideways at me, his eyes glinting with what might be amusement. “Do you think I need more money? Should I collect the bounty on your head?”
“I dare you.”
When he starts unbuttoning the fly of those damn leather trousers, I turn my back on him. My heartbeat races as if I’ve been running.
“Are you dirty?” he asks.
The thoughts in my head right now are purest filth. “Yes,” I admit.
“Join me.”
My shoulders stiffen. “In the bath?”
“What else would you suggest?”
“I have a lake.”
Rook laughs so quietly the rain almost swallows up the sound. “I promise you that this will feel better.”
Unable to resist temptation, I turn around.
He’s utterly naked.
I struggle not to drink in the sight of him, but it’s impossible not to look. He’s sculpted like the statue of a god, his tarnished-silver skin gleaming in the candlelight. Beautiful. Every inch of him.
Now I’m staring at his cock.
He’s not hard, not yet, but he’s still impressively big. I tear my gaze away from his body and force myself to breathe before I pass out.
“Take off your clothes,” he commands, his face unreadable.
I obey. My clothes and hair are still damp from rainwater. The tiny hairs on my arms prickle. Anticipation flutters in my ribs like a caged bird.
Naked, I face my enemy. We are still enemies, aren’t we?
Rook climbs into the tub and sinks down into the water. He lets out a sigh so low it’s almost a groan. It’s cold standing outside the tub. Shivering, I cross my arms to hide my tight nipples from him.
Never mind that I’ve been naked around him before. This is different.
“Get in,” he says.
I step into the tub, careful not to touch him, and lower myself until I’m sitting. Warm water embraces me. I hug my knees against my chest and tilt back my head. Slowly, my tense muscles relax.
“Damn it,” I say. “You were right. This does feel better than my lake.”
He laughs, a dark sound, and reaches for a bar of soap. He lathers it in his hands before passing it over to me. It’s green with a scent like herbs. I bring it to my nose and breathe in deeply. It smells wonderful.
