“This is the only guest room available.” Her head was held at a proud angle, but she couldn’t disguise her reaction to his blatant arousal. “We’ll have to share.”
“Share?” He chuckled in wicked anticipation.
Chapter 8
Nefri sniffed at her companion’s male pleasure, pretending as if she hadn’t been the one to insist that she share a room with Santiago.
Why give him the satisfaction of knowing she couldn’t bear the thought of him in another woman’s arms while she spent the day alone and aching with unfulfilled desire?
Besides, she hadn’t actually lied.
These were the only guest rooms, although Solaris had offered to have one of the numerous bedrooms belonging to the Harpies cleared for her use. It was ridiculous to put the younglings out of their own beds.
Right?
Turning her head, she avoided the dark promise smoldering in his eyes.
“Can you contact Styx or would you prefer that I speak with him?” she asked, her tone brisk.
He reached to smooth a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering against her cheek. “I’ll take care of it.”
She shivered beneath his soft caress, a tingling excitement racing through her blood. Oh . . . heavens. It had been so long. So insanely long.
And now the desire that she’d kept locked away for more years than she could remember threatened to turn into an avalanche.
Too fast, a voice whispered in the back of her mind. This is all going too fast.
“Then if you don’t mind, I’ll use the shower first,” she said in a sudden rush. “Once I’m done you can have the bedroom and I’ll use the couch.”
His grin widened as he stepped back and waved a hand toward the connecting door. “It’s all yours, cara.”
Jackass.
She swept regally out of the room and crossed directly to enter the large bathroom.
He’d sensed her growing desire. Just as he sensed the flare of panic at allowing herself to be consumed by the unfamiliar sensations.
And he found it . . . amusing.
Amusing.
She closed the door with emphasis (it wasn’t a slam, dammit) and stripped off her nasty clothes, dropping them into the laundry chute.
Why? Of all the endless males in the world, why was it Santiago who set her on fire?
He was stubborn and arrogant and maddeningly impulsive and . . . so deliciously gorgeous and unapologetically male she didn’t have a chance in hell of resisting, she grudgingly admitted, stepping into the shower and turning on the water.
In the distance she could hear the muffled sound of Santiago’s voice as he spoke on his cell phone, relaying what he’d learned to the Anasso.
Styx would no doubt be aggravated by her refusal to confess all that she knew, but he would do his duty. It’s what a leader did, no matter what their personal feelings.
Stepping beneath the flow of warm water, Nefri thankfully washed away the clinging stench of the swamp, shampooing her long hair before reaching for the soap. Just as her fingers closed around the bottle, the door to the shower was pulled open and a na**d Santiago stepped into the large stall.
“Let me,” he murmured, easily removing the bottle from her hand.
“I’m not finished,” Nefri hissed in shock, her gaze lowering against her will to take in Santiago’s hard, perfectly chiseled body.
Okay, maybe it wasn’t entirely against her will, she admitted with a jolt of excitement.