Daimon (Guardians of Hades #6) - Felicity Heaton Page 0,36

jagged spikes.

It definitely reflected his mood.

“Get out. It’s my turn to bathe.” His fingers tightened in the towel, causing a ripple effect. Muscles tensed in a wave, a symphony that delighted her.

Cass swept her arm out above the water. “The bath is big enough for the both of us.”

His eyes narrowed in a way that said he didn’t believe it was.

She murmured softly, “Unless you’re scared of bathing with a woman? I could get out.”

She slowly stood, the water sluicing down her body, dragging his eyes down from her face.

He stared at her.

Really stared.

Passion flared in his eyes again, lighting them with sparks of white and silver.

Cass trembled as goosebumps erupted across her skin, savouring the feel of his gaze on her as he took her in.

All of her.

His lips parted, his gaze distant as he muttered, “Get moving. Out or under the water… I don’t care which. Just cover up.”

Cass rolled her shoulders and waded deeper, heading towards the end of the stone pool nearest the zen garden, giving her back to him to flash the fact her black lace panties didn’t cover the curves of her backside.

A sharp thrill chased through her as his gaze fell there, scalding her, and she swore he growled under his breath.

Water splashed behind her, adding to that thrill, quickening her breath and heating her blood. Part of her had expected him to leave. To run as far as he could from her. Was she making progress with him?

Cass reached the far end of the stone bath and shyly turned to face him, sinking under the water at the same time so he barely caught a glimpse of her front.

She stretched her arms out along the edge of the pool, tipped her head back and loosed a long sigh as heat suffused every inch of her and her breasts crested the surface.

“This is bliss,” she moaned.

“Knock it off,” Daimon grunted. “I’m meant to be relaxing.”

She lowered her eyes to him. Almost chuckled. He had his head tipped back and a small damp towel draped over his eyes.

She snuck closer, slipping silently through the water, her pulse accelerating as anticipation rolled through her and she waited for him to catch her.

“How come you don’t freeze the water?” A little light conversation would keep him distracted from her closing the distance between them.

He muttered, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Well, I do.”

“Do you always get what you want?” he bit out and dragged the towel from his face as he lowered his head. His white eyebrows knitted hard as he noticed her and the fact she was closer now.

“Most of the time.” All the time.

Well, at least until Daimon had walked into her life.

Perhaps not all the time even then. The coven was another exception. What they wanted, they got, whether she liked it or not. She pushed that out of her mind, refusing to let it sour her mood when she had Daimon in the water with her, deliciously close to naked and not looking as if he was going to bolt.

He huffed and tipped his head back again. Progress. He wasn’t pushing her away or forcing her back to the other end of the bath.

His bare chest heaved on a sigh, muscles stretching and flexing in a way that lured her gaze down to it and mesmerised her. “The water is cooler around me, but the constant heat from the thermal spring below the house that supplies it is enough to stop it from turning to ice.”

“Is it cooler around you?” She moved before he could protest, using a swiftness spell to have her pressed against him in the blink of an eye.

He jerked away.

Scowled at her.

“I only wanted to see if you were telling the truth.” She pouted.

He stared at her, looking as if he wanted to lash out at her.

But then he grabbed her nape and dragged her to him, their bodies colliding and mouths dangerously close as he gazed down into her eyes.

He husked, “Does this satisfy your curiosity?”

A shiver tripped along her spine as he palmed the back of her head, his hand cool against it, addling her mind.

She retained enough sense to give the spell she had used to prevent his ice from hurting her another top-up.

Her breath trembled, the strangest feeling running through her as she stared into his eyes, able to pick out all the flecks of blue and white, and silver this close to him.

Nerves.

She couldn’t remember the last time she had been nervous