Back at his house, he told her to help herself to breakfast, for he needed ashower.
Darcy watched him bound up the stairs. In the kitchen, the cook was preparing bacon andeggs.
“Breakfast will be served in about fifteen minutes,” the cheerful, robust Lupine informedDarcy.
Well then. What else to do? She should informAdrian.
Telling herself it was the polite thing to do, Darcy headed into his bedroom. Sounds of the shower shutoff.
Adrian emerged into the room, toweling hishair.
Starknaked.
Wow. She gawked at him. Hard not to do. Water slicked his golden skin, beaded in the dark hairs on his chest, dripping down the line of hair marching past the indentation of his belly button to thethicker swatch at hisgroin.
At her fascinated stare, his penis gave an interested twitch and then flared to fullerection.
Adrian showed no shame. Instead, he threw back his shoulders and met her gaze, as if daring her to look herfill.
Daring her to domore.
“Yes?” heinquired.
“Ah, um, I came to tell you breakfast will be ready in fifteen minutes.” She lickedher mouth. Damn, her throat wasdry.
“Fifteen minutes,” he murmured. “Unfortunately, not enough time to do with you what Iwish.”
Her eyes nearly popped out. “What?”
“For that, I will require plenty of time and privacy.” His wicked smile widened. “And perhaps a few ropes and someoil.”
Was that a squeak fleeing her? Adrianchuckled.
Sucking in a breath, Darcyturned around and fled. She wasn’t ready to play this particular game. As much as she desired him, wanted him sexually, she feared what wouldhappen.
Because once Adrian took her into his arms to make love to her, she wasn’t certain she’d ever want him to let hergo.