"Most of them are from the Romans."
She frowned. "How did you know what I was thinking?"
"I'm eavesdropping on your thoughts much the same way you listened to me and Julian."
A chill went down her spine as she considered his psychic powers. "You can do that?"
He nodded, but he wasn't looking at her, he was staring at his hand in her hair as if he were committing the texture and feel of it to memory.
His gaze returned to hers so fast it actually made her gasp. "And in answer to the question you're too afraid to think, all you have to do is move your arm and you'll know."
"Know what?"
"If I look as yummy without the towel as I do with it."
Her face flamed at the way he used her own words to describe exactly what she was too terrified to think.
Before she could move, he released her and dropped the towel to hang from her bracelet.
Amanda gaped at the sight of him completely naked before her. His hard, well-toned body was perfectly sculpted. And she quickly learned that his skin was golden all over. It wasn't a tan, it was his natural skin color.
She wanted him with a desperate need.
All she could think of was taking him into the bedroom and pulling him on top of, over, and then under her for the rest of the night.
Oh, the things she wanted to do to this man.
A half-smile hovered on the edges of his lips, and by the light in his eyes, she knew he was reading her thoughts. Again.
He leaned forward, his face just to the side of hers. His hot breath fell against her neck, scorching her. "Ancient Greeks never had a problem with public nudity," he whispered in her ear.
Her breasts tightened.
Slowly, he lifted his hand so that he could tilt her chin up. His gaze held hers enthralled as he appeared to search her mind for something.
Before she could move, he lowered his lips to hers.
Amanda moaned at the contact. This kiss was different from his last one. This one was gentle. Tender.
And it made her burn.
He left her lips and trailed a blazing path down her jaw to her neck, his tongue laving her skin ever so lightly. She wrapped her arms around his bare shoulders and surrendered her weight to him.
"You are so very tempting," he whispered, then traced the curve of her ear with his tongue. "But I have a job to do and you hate all things not human. And everything paranormal." He pulled back and gave her a wistful look. "Pity."
He freed his towel from her bracelet, tossed it over his shoulder, then headed to the bedroom. Amanda clenched her teeth at the sight of that luscious, gorgeous backside.
Her body on fire, she watched until he closed the door behind him.
Suddenly, she remembered the diaper.
No sooner had the thought crossed her mind than Hunter opened the door, tossed her one, then closed it again.
Kyrian leaned against the closed door as he fought the raging need inside him. It was raw and vicious, and it made him ache for things he knew he could never have.
Things that could only hurt him more. And he had been hurt enough to last ten thousand lifetimes.
He had to put her out of his thoughts.