Page 32 of Shadow Warrior
Fuck, his skin was all olive and smooth, and I wanted to lick it.
“Do you want to come and scrub my back?” he asked from the doorway. “I’ll do yours if you do mine.” His eyes were lit with challenge.
I allowed my gaze to trail down his chest, over his tight abs, and linger on the V that vanished into the low-hung waistband of his jeans before dragging it back up to his face.
I deliberately swept my tongue across my bottom lip. “Sure.”
His mouth popped open.
I laughed. “You fucking wish.” I kicked off my boots and padded to the bed. “I’m going to lie down.”
“Suit yourself, Justice. You have no idea what you’re missing.”
I ignored the pang of disappointment in my chest. Flirting with him was dangerous.
The door closed, and I was alone in his sanctuary. I lay staring at the ceiling, my body unwinding and unknitting, becoming one with the incredibly comfortable mattress.
Damn, this was a quality bed. The weavers sure liked their creature comforts.
My eyelids drooped as the sound of the shower turning on drifted out to greet me, and then I was floating.
“Wake up, sleeping beauty.”
I opened my eyes to find Kash standing by the side of the bed dressed only in his boxers, a pair of jeans clutched in his hands. His skin seemed to gleam in the sunlight streaming in through the windows. It highlighted every plane and dip of muscle on his body, his powerful shoulders, his taut pecs and abs, and that dastardly tempting V that pointed down to the prize in his boxers.
“Wanna touch?” he asked.
My neck heated at the thought of being caught checking him out. I tore my gaze up to the amulet that kissed his breastbone, and then up to his face.
“You snore, you know that?” he said, tugging on his jeans.
“Bullshit.” I sat up. “How long was I out?”
“Not long.” He turned away and padded to the huge chest of drawers by the window and tugged on the top drawer. “Shit.”
“Stuck?”
“No, locked. Where did I put the damn key?” He searched the top of the dresser, then sighed. “Fuck it.” He held his fingers to the lock and closed his eyes. A weird humming filled the room, and then there was a soft snick. “Done.” He pulled open the drawer.
“Did you just open the lock with magic?”
He shrugged. “I found I had a knack for locks a while back. More complicated ones require the right tools. Why don’t you freshen up, and I’ll take you on a tour of the grounds. Dinner is still several hours away, and we can’t learn anything about Payne until then.”
“Why not?”
“My gran won’t be home till dinner. We can talk to her in private afterward.” He grabbed a cream tee from the drawer and turned to face me. “Unless you’d rather stay up here with me? I’m sure we could find something to do …”
A lick of heat in my belly had me clambering off the bed. He was playing around, but my libido didn’t seem to know that. Flirting was fine, but that’s all it was. I needed to keep my desires in check.
I grabbed my backpack and headed for the bathroom. “I’ll be ready in five.”
